The version I'm looking for is similar to the second one in the Contemplator, Bill Taylor, of which another version is in Ord's. I try to write down some of the lyrics I can get, please help me to correct it and complete it. Robin Williamson's version, that I'm trying to get, is in his CD, A Job of Journey Man:
William Taylor was a brisk young fellow
Brisk and … as he could be
On the night he was to marry
Press'd he was and sent to sea
She put on … clothing
Follow'd him away to war
Pretty little fingers are long and slender
… pitch and tar
One day in the heat of the battle
She being there among the rest
… blew off her jacket
Then appeared her snow-white breast
This caused the captain to enquire,
"What misfortune brought you here?"
"I am seeking William Taylor,
Press'd he was by you last year."
"If you're seeking WilliamTaylor,
Wait till we get home from the sea,
Then … William Taylor
Walking out with his young lady."
They got home to Bristol harbour
She went a-walking … Bristol quay,
There she saw her William Taylor
Walking out with his young lady.
She pull'd out a little pistol
That she had at her command
Then she shot her William Taylor
While she held him by the hand
When the captain heard of this
And of the deed she had done
He made her ship commander
Of a frigate of forty guns