Oh, stormy he is dead and gone
Walk me along, Johnny, carry me along
Oh, stormy he is dead and gone
Carry me to the buryin' ground
Refreng: And a-way, storm an' blow!
Walk me along, Johnny, carry me along
Waaay, storm an' blow
Carry me to the buryin' ground
We dug his grave with a silver spade
A shroud of finest silk was made
Oh, you who dig old stormy's grave
Dig it deep and make it safe
Oh lower him down with a golden chain
Make shure that he doesn't rise again.
Oh, General Taylor died long ago
His gun, me boys, with the winds don't blow
He died on the field of old Monterrey
And Santy Ana, he gained the day

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