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General Taylor he died long ago.
Walk him along John, carry him along
He died on the plains of Mexico.
Carry him to his burying ground.
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To-me, way, hey, Stormy,
Walk him along John, carry him along,
Way, hey, Stormy,
Carry him to his burying ground.
We'll dig his grave with a silver spade,
Walk him along John, carry him along
His coffin of the finest woods will be made.
Carry him to his burying ground.
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We'll lower him down on a golden chain.
Walk him along John, carry him along
We'll make bloody sure he don't come up again!
Carry him to his burying ground.
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I wish I was old Stormy's son,
Walk him along John, carry him along
'd build me a ship of a thousand ton.
Carry him to his burying ground.
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A shinin' ship of a thousand ton,
Walk him along John, carry him along
And I'd fill it up with Barbados rum!
Carry him to his burying ground.
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A drink of rum for every man,
Walk him along John, carry him along
And a bottle full for the shanty man ...
Carry him to his burying ground.
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I thought I heard the old man say,
Walk him along John, carry him along
"Just once more round, boys, and then we belay!"
Carry him to his burying ground.
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