General Taylor gained the day

Walk him along, John carry him along

General Taylor gained the day

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 inch we'll carve his name

General Taylor he's all the go

He's gone where the stormy winds won't blow

General Taylor he's dead and he's gone

General Taylor he's long dead and gone