| General Taylor gained the day! | |
| Walk him along, John, carry him along, | |
| General Taylor gained the day! | |
| Carry him to his burying ground! | |
| Chorus: | |
| To me way, hay, hay, stormy, | |
| Walk him along, John, carry him along | |
| Way, hay, hay, stormy, | |
| Carry him to his burying ground! | |
| I wish I was old Stormy's son, | |
| I'd build me a ship of 10,000 ton! | |
| I'd load her down with ale and rum, | |
| And every shellback should have some! | |
| We dug his grave with a silver spade, | |
| His shroud of the finest silk was made. | |
| We lowered him down on a golden chain, | |
| On every link we carved his name. | |
| General Taylor died long ago! | |
| He's gone to where the winds don't blow. | |
| General Taylor's dead and gone! | |
| General Taylor's dead and gone! | |