William Taylor was a brisk young sailor
Full of heart and full of play
Till he did his mind uncover
To a youthful lady gay
Four and twenty British sailors
Met him on the king's highway
As he went for to be married
Pressed he was and sent away
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
Sailor's clothing she put on
And went to board a man-o-war
Her pretty little fingers long and slender
They were smeared with pitch and tar
On that ship there was a battle
She amongst the rest did fight
The wind blew off her silver bu*tons
Her breasts were bared all snowy white
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
When the captain did discover
He says, fair maid, what brought you here?
Sir, I‘m seeking William Taylor
Pressed he was by you last year
If you rise up in the morning
Early at the break of day
There you'll spy young William Taylor
Walking with his lady gay
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
She rose early in the morning
Early at the break of day
Here she spied young William Taylor
Walking with his lady gay
She procured a pair of pistols
On the ground where she did stand
There she shot poor William Taylor
And the lady at his right hand
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
words & music: trad., arr.by Eddie & Sarah-Jane
additional music by Sarah-Jane