The Ballad of William Taylor and Sarah Jane
I sing thee a song about two true lovers,
From South-amp-ton town they came,
The young ladâs name was William Taylor,
The young lassâs name be Sarah Jane.
William Taylor was a brisk young sailor,
Full of mirth~ and full of play~,
Till he did his mind dis-cover,
To a youth-ful Sarah Jane~.
On the docks did William court her,
Young Sarah Jane; a lady fair,
Bells were ringing: Sailors singing,
Off to church did they repair.
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Thirty guests were at the wedding,
Sarah dressâd in rich array~,
Williamâs heart did find another,
Fled did he; never showâd that day;
Sarah dressâd in manâs apparel,
Sailorâs clothing she put on,
Soon thereafter she did follow,
Only to find young William had gone;
Four and twenty British soldiers,
Met him on the Kingâs Highway,
There they captured William Taylor,
Pressed he was, and sent away;
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She hopped onboard a ship to sail,
Went by the name of Richard Carr,
Her pretty little fingers; long and slender,
They were smeared with pitch anâ tar;
On the ship there was a battle,
She amongst the rest did fight,
Till a sword cut off a silver button,
Her chest was bare and snowy white;
Then the captain steppâd up to her,
Said, âYoung lass, what brought you here?â
âSir, Iâve come to seek my true love,
whom Iâve lately loved so dearâ;
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The captain askâd her for his name
Anâ to him, well, she did say~
âSir, I seek a man called William,
Left, he did, on our holy day;
Wherefore he did, Iâd mind to know
Cruel he was and so severe,
Last I heard of my fair lover,
pressed he was by you last yearâ;
âIf his name be William Taylor,â
Aye, to this, I know him well.â
Married he, to a rich young lassie,â
On the Isle of Man, they dwell.â
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âIf you rise up, in the morninâ,
Earlye at the break of day,
There youâll find cruel William Taylor,
Walking with his lady gayâ;
Sarah woke up, in the morning,
Walked along the silver strand,
There she spied young William Taylor,
With his lady jo hand in hand;
She procured a pair of pistols,
That she had at her command,
And she shot both William Taylor,
and the lady in his right hand.
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When the captain came to know it,
Cheered for what Sarahâd done,
Making her his own lieutenant,
Aboard his ship, the Thunderbrun;
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