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,
She dressed in sailor's clothing, boarded on a man of war,
for to find the life they'd stolen, and the man she did adore,
Dally dilly dum, dilly dum, dum, dum, dum,
dally dilly dum, dilly dum, dum, day
Said this captain to this fair maid, "What misfortune brought you here?"
"I'm in search for my true lover, Whom you pressed on another year"
"If he is your true lover, he has proved to you untrue,
he is married to another, left you here alone to rue"
Dally dilly dum, dilly dum, dum, dum, dum,
dally dilly dum, dilly dum, dum, day
She got up the very next morning, early as the break of day,
there she spied her Willie Taylor, walking along with his new fair maid
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,
When the captain found her, and the deed that she had done,
he made her a chief commander, over a ship and a hundred men
Dally dilly dum, dilly dum, dum, dum, dum,
dally dilly dum, dilly dum, dum, day
Willie Taylor and his youthful lover, full of mirth and loyalty,
he is buried, cold, and lonesome, she still sails the open sea,
Dally dilly dum, dilly dum, dum, dum, dum,
dally dilly dum, dilly dum, dum, day.
British Folk Song