General Tyler, Guy in the Dye
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Oh, General Tyler, Guy in the Dye
Bury him to his burying ground
To me, where have you stored me?
Walk him along, John, carry him along
To me way, hey you stormy,
Carry him to his burying ground.
I wish I was out stormy, son,
Walk him along, John, carry him along.
I'd build a ship ten thousand ton,
Carry him to his burying ground.
To me where ha' you store me?
Walk him along, John, carry him along
To me where ha' you store me?
Carry him to his burying -ground
We'd load her down with ale and rum
Walk him along, John, carry him along
And every shell -pack will have some
Carry him to his burying -ground
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Carry him to his burying -ground
Walk him along, John, carry him along
His shroud of the finest silk to be made
Carry him to his burying ground
To me, where he used to be
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Carry him to his burying ground
We'll lower him down on a golden chain
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Carry him to his burying -ground
To me, where he had used to store me
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Carry him to his burying -ground
General Taylor's dead and gone,
Walk him along, John, carry him along,
Oh, General Taylor's dead and gone,
Carry him to his burying -ground,
To me where he used to be.
Walk him along, John, carry him along
To me where may you store me
Carry him to his burying ground