| lyric | Oh! Sergeant William Bailey was a man of heigh renown
Tooralooralooralooraloo,
In search of gallant young recruits he used to scour the town
Tooralooralooralooraloo,
His face was full and swarthy, of medals he had forty,
And ribbons on his chest red white and blue
It was he what looked the hero and he made the people stare-o
As he stood on Dunphy’s corner, tooraloo.
But alas for human greatness, every dog he has his day, Toor .. .
And Sergeant William Bailey he is getting old and grey, Toor . . .
Some rebel youths with placards, have called his army blackguards,
And told the Irish Youth just what to do.
In spite of fife and drumming no more recruits are coming
For Sergeant Wiliam Bailey tooraloo.
Sergeant William Bailey, what a wretched sight to see, Toor ...
The back that once was firm and straight is almost bent in three, Toor. . .
No longer youths are willing, to take his dirty shilling
And things for him are looking mighty blue.
He has lost his occupation, let's sing in jubilation
For Sergeant Bailey, tooraloo. |