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Well General Taylor gained the day (Walk him along, John, Carry him along)
Well General Taylor he gained the day (Carry him to his burying ground)
Chorus:
Tell me way, hey, you stormy (Walk him along, John, carry him along)
Tell me way, hey, you stormy (Carry him to his burying ground)
We’ll dig his grave with a silver spade…His shroud of the finest silk will be made
We’ll lower him down on a golden chain…On every inch we’ll carve his name
General Taylor he’s all the go…He’s gone where the stormy winds won’t blow
General Taylor he’s dead and he’s gone…Well General Taylor he’s long dead and gone