| Song | William Taylor |
| Artist | Martin Carthy |
| Album | Shearwater |
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| I'll sing you a song of two young lovers, | |
| Oh from Lichfield town they came. | |
| Oh the young man's name was William Taylor, | |
| Sarah Gray was the maiden's name. | |
| William Taylor he has enlisted, | |
| For a soldier he has gone. | |
| And he's gone and he's left his own true lover | |
| For to sigh and for to moan. | |
| Sarah his parents they abused her, | |
| Filled her heart with much grief and woe; | |
| And for to seek young William Taylor | |
| For a soldier she would go. | |
| She dressed herself in man's apparel, | |
| Man's apparel she put on; | |
| And for to seek young William Taylor | |
| For a soldier she has gone. | |
| One day as she was exercising, | |
| Exercising one, two, three, four with the rest, | |
| Oh a silver chain fell down from her waist, | |
| Oh then exposed her lily-white breast. | |
| The sergeant he stepped up to her | |
| Asked her, “Young lady, what brings you here?” | |
| “Oh I've come in search of William Taylor | |
| Who was pressed from me last year.” | |
| “Oh if you come in search of William Taylor, | |
| William Taylor he's not here; | |
| For I do hear that he's to be married | |
| To some lovely lady fair.” | |
| “And if you rise early in the morning, | |
| Early at the break of day, | |
| Oh it's there you'll see your William Taylor | |
| Walking out with the ladies gay.” | |
| So she rose early in the morning, | |
| Early at the break of the very next day; | |
| And it's there she's seen her William Taylor | |
| Walking out with the ladies gay. | |
| She has called for a brace of pistols, | |
| A brace of pistols was brought all there to her hand; | |
| And she's shot William Taylor | |
| With his bride at his right hand. |
| I' ll sing you a song of two young lovers, | |
| Oh from Lichfield town they came. | |
| Oh the young man' s name was William Taylor, | |
| Sarah Gray was the maiden' s name. | |
| William Taylor he has enlisted, | |
| For a soldier he has gone. | |
| And he' s gone and he' s left his own true lover | |
| For to sigh and for to moan. | |
| Sarah his parents they abused her, | |
| Filled her heart with much grief and woe | |
| And for to seek young William Taylor | |
| For a soldier she would go. | |
| She dressed herself in man' s apparel, | |
| Man' s apparel she put on | |
| And for to seek young William Taylor | |
| For a soldier she has gone. | |
| One day as she was exercising, | |
| Exercising one, two, three, four with the rest, | |
| Oh a silver chain fell down from her waist, | |
| Oh then exposed her lilywhite breast. | |
| The sergeant he stepped up to her | |
| Asked her, " Young lady, what brings you here?" | |
| " Oh I' ve come in search of William Taylor | |
| Who was pressed from me last year." | |
| " Oh if you come in search of William Taylor, | |
| William Taylor he' s not here | |
| For I do hear that he' s to be married | |
| To some lovely lady fair." | |
| " And if you rise early in the morning, | |
| Early at the break of day, | |
| Oh it' s there you' ll see your William Taylor | |
| Walking out with the ladies gay." | |
| So she rose early in the morning, | |
| Early at the break of the very next day | |
| And it' s there she' s seen her William Taylor | |
| Walking out with the ladies gay. | |
| She has called for a brace of pistols, | |
| A brace of pistols was brought all there to her hand | |
| And she' s shot William Taylor | |
| With his bride at his right hand. |
| I' ll sing you a song of two young lovers, | |
| Oh from Lichfield town they came. | |
| Oh the young man' s name was William Taylor, | |
| Sarah Gray was the maiden' s name. | |
| William Taylor he has enlisted, | |
| For a soldier he has gone. | |
| And he' s gone and he' s left his own true lover | |
| For to sigh and for to moan. | |
| Sarah his parents they abused her, | |
| Filled her heart with much grief and woe | |
| And for to seek young William Taylor | |
| For a soldier she would go. | |
| She dressed herself in man' s apparel, | |
| Man' s apparel she put on | |
| And for to seek young William Taylor | |
| For a soldier she has gone. | |
| One day as she was exercising, | |
| Exercising one, two, three, four with the rest, | |
| Oh a silver chain fell down from her waist, | |
| Oh then exposed her lilywhite breast. | |
| The sergeant he stepped up to her | |
| Asked her, " Young lady, what brings you here?" | |
| " Oh I' ve come in search of William Taylor | |
| Who was pressed from me last year." | |
| " Oh if you come in search of William Taylor, | |
| William Taylor he' s not here | |
| For I do hear that he' s to be married | |
| To some lovely lady fair." | |
| " And if you rise early in the morning, | |
| Early at the break of day, | |
| Oh it' s there you' ll see your William Taylor | |
| Walking out with the ladies gay." | |
| So she rose early in the morning, | |
| Early at the break of the very next day | |
| And it' s there she' s seen her William Taylor | |
| Walking out with the ladies gay. | |
| She has called for a brace of pistols, | |
| A brace of pistols was brought all there to her hand | |
| And she' s shot William Taylor | |
| With his bride at his right hand. |