‘If that you came to find your true love, Tell to me his name, I pray?’ ‘Brave sir, they call him William Taylor, Him you prest and forc’d away.’ ‘If William Taylor is your true love He is both cruel and severe, For rise up early in the morning You shall see him and his lady fair. ‘For he some days ago was wedded And lives upon the Isle of Man, And with his beauteous bride has bedded A truth that none deny it can.’ Then she rose early in the morning, Early by the break of day, There she saw sweet William Taylor Walking with his lady gay. She call’d quickly for a pistol, It was brought at her command; Strait she shot sweet William Taylor, With the same soon out of hand. When the captain saw the wonder Which the maiden fair had done, He instantly made her lieutenant Of the gallant _Thunder Bomb_. _BILLY TAYLOR._ A Burlesque Ballad. Sung by Mr. Emery, at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden. Billy Taylor was a gay young fellow, Full of mirth, and full of glee; And his heart he did diskiver To a lady fair and free. _Fol lol etc._ Four-and-twenty stout young fellows, Clad they were in blue array, Came and press’d young Billy Taylor, And forthwith sent him to sea. _Fol lol, etc._ Soon his true love follow’d arter, Under the name of Richard Carr; And her lily white hands she daub’d all over With the nasty pitch and tar. _Fol lol, etc._ When they came to the first engagement, Bold she fit amongst the rest, Until a cannon-ball cut her jacket open, And diskivered her lily white breast. _Fol lol, etc._ When the captain com’d for to hear on’t, Says he ‘Vat vind has blown you here?’ Says she ‘I come to seek for my true love, Whom you press’d, and I love so dear.’ _Fol lol, etc._ ‘If you come to seek for your true love, Tell unto me his name, I pray?’ ‘His name, kind sir, is Billy Taylor, Whom you press’d, and sent to sea.’ _Fol lol, etc._ ‘If his name is Billy Taylor, He’s both cruel and severe; For rise up early in the morning, And you’ll see him with a lady fair.’ _Fol lol, etc._ With that she ros’d up in the morning, Early as by break of day; And she met her Billy Taylor Walking with a lady gay. _Fol lol, etc._ Forthwith she call’d for sword and pistol, Which did come at her command, And she shot her Billy Taylor, With his fair one in his hand. _Fol lol, etc._