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