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