General Taylor from Dog Paddle by SaltyPaws
Tracklist
| 4. | General Taylor | 3:49 |
Lyrics
General Taylor gained the day;
Walk him along, John, Carry him along;
General Taylor gained the day;
Carry him to his burying ground.
To me way, hey, Stormy;
Walk him along, John, carry him along;
Way, hey, hey, Stormy;
Carry him to his burying ground.
We'll dig his grave with a silver spade;
His shroud of the finest silk will be made.
We'll lower him down on a golden chain;
On every link, we'll carve his name.
Old Stormy heard the Angel call,
so sing his dirge now one and all.
He's moored at last and furled his sail;
No danger now from wreck or gale.
For fifty years he sailed the seas,
In winter gale and summer breeze.
Oh poor Stormy's gone to rest;
Of all the seamen, he was best.
General Taylor he's all the go
He's gone where the stormy winds won't blow.








