I William Taylor was a loyal lover
Was full of youth and loyal to
Until at length his mind discovered
And he fell in love with a lady gay.
II Was at the church for then to marry
They dressed themselves in xx retichee
But instead of then being married
oppressed he was and went away.
III So very early the next morning
She dressed herself in the style of man
She took her musket on her shoulder
A sord and pistol in her hand.
IV And there she shot her own true lover
As he walked along the strand.
She plunged herself into the ocean
Adieu to all both great and small
For I have killed my own true lover
As xalongx he walked along the strand.
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