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 lad’s name was William Taylor,
The young lass’s 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 dress’d in rich array~,
William’s heart did find another,
Fled did he; never show’d that day;
Sarah dress’d in man’s apparel,
Sailor’s 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 King’s 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 an’ 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 stepp’d up to her,
Said, “Young lass, what brought you here?”
“Sir, I’ve come to seek my true love,
whom I’ve lately loved so dear”;
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The captain ask’d her for his name
An’ to him, well, she did say~
“Sir, I seek a man called William,
Left, he did, on our holy day;
Wherefore he did, I’d mind to know
Cruel he was and so severe,
Last I heard of my fair lover,
pressed he was by you last year”;
“If his name be William Taylor,”
Aye, to this, I know him well.”
Married he, to a rich young lassie,”
On the Isle of Man, they dwell.”
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“If you rise up, in the mornin’,
Earlye at the break of day,
There you’ll find cruel William Taylor,
Walking with his lady gay”;
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 Sarah’d done,
Making her his own lieutenant,
Aboard his ship, the Thunderbrun;
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