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  1. Willie Taylor

From the recording Slán Abhaile

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Traditional, arranged by Roane

Lyrics

Willie Taylor and his youthful lover,
Full of mirth and loyalty,
They were going to the church to be married,
He was pressed and sent to sea.


Chorus:
Dolly dilly dum-a da-dee-da-day,
Dolly dilly dum da-dee-da-day. (2x)

She dressed herself up like a sailor,
On her breast she wore a star.
Her beautiful fingers long and slender,
She gave them all just a smear of tar.


(Chorus)

Now, on this ship there being a skirmish,
She being one amongst the rest,
A silver button flew off her jacket,
There appeared a snow-white breast.


(Chorus)

Says the captain to this fair maid,
"What misfortune took you here?"
"I'm in search of my true lover,
Whom you pressed on the other year.”


(Chorus)

"If you're in search of your true lover,
Pray, come tell to me his name.”
"Willie Taylor they do call him,
But Fitzgerald is his name.”

(Chorus)

"Let you get up tomorrow morning,
Early as the break of day,
There you'll spy your Willie Taylor,
Walkin’ along with his lady gay.”

(Chorus)

She got up the very next morning,
Early as the break of day.
There she spied her Willie Taylor,
Walkin’ along with his lady gay.


(Chorus)

She drew out a brace of pistols,
That she had at her command.
There she shot her Willie Taylor,
With his bride at his right hand.

(Chorus)

Dolly dilly dum-a da-dee-da-day,
Dolly dilly dum da-dee-da-day.
Dolly dilly dum, Dolly dilly dum,
Dolly dilly dum da-dee-da-day.