Bold William Taylor

I’ll sing you a song about two lovers,

O from Lichfeeddeld town tha came;

O the young man’s name was

Willyum Taylor,

The maaden’s name was Sally Gray.

No for a soldier Willyum’s ’listed,

For a soldier he ’as gone;

He’s gone and left sweet loveli Sally,

Foer te sigh adden foer to mourn.

Sally’s parents thae controlled ‘er,

Filled ’er ’eart foll of greef and woe;

And then at last she vowed an’ said

For a soldier she would go.

She dressed herseddelf idden man’s apparil,

Man’s appariddel she pot on;

Adden for to seek bold Willyum Taylor,

And for te seek him she ’as gone.

Won day as she was exercisin’,

Exercisin’ amongst the rest,

With a silver chean hung down her waastcoat,

And there he spied her lilywhite breast.

And then the capten he stepped up to her,

Ast her what had brought her there:

“I’ve come te seek my own treo lover,

He has proved to me sovere.”

“If you’ve come te seek yer own true lover,

Pray tell to me his name.”

“His name it is boddeld

Willyum Taylor,

O from Leitchfeeddeld town he came.”

“If his name it is bold Willyum Taylor,

And he has proved to you sovere,

He’s got married to adden Irish lady,

He got married the other yeer.”

“If you rise earli in the mornin’,

Early by the brek of day,

There you shall spy bold Willyum Taylor

Walkin’ with this lady gay.”

Then she rose earli in the mornin’,

Early by the brek of day,

And there she spied bold Willyum Taylor,

A-walking with this lady gay.

And then she called for a brace of pistils,

A brace of pistils at her comand,

And there she shot Bold Willyum Taylor

With his bride at his right ’and.

And then the capten he was well pleezed,

Was well pleezed what she had done;

And there he made her a gret comaddender

Aboard of a ship, aver all his men.