Hi Laurel Grace!

You always have to be careful when you ask for THE words to a folk song. The nature of folk song is that there is never A set of words. Here a case in point...

Willie Taylor, a brisk young sailor full of love and youthful air,
At length his mind he did discover to a charming lady fair.

Then to the church for to get married, dressed they were in rich array,
But instead of getting married, pressed he was and sent to sea.

Now she has a mind to follow after, first to England and France and Spain,
Should she live on bread and water until she returns again.

Now in shipboard she has entered under the name of Richard Kerr,
With her lily white fingers small and slender all now smeared by pitch and tar...

If this is your Willie Taylor, let me know and I'll put down the rest.

All the best.