Bardic - William Taylor lyrics

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