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 hay, you stormy
    Walk him along, John, carry him along
    To me way hay, stormy
    Carry him to his burying ground

General Taylor died long ago
He's gone, me boys, where the winds never blow

We lowered him down with a silver chain
We made sure he wouldn't rise again

We dug his grave with a silver spade
His shroud of finest silk was made

General Taylor gained the day