Sergeant William Bailey

[Verse 1]
Sergeant William Bailey was a man of great renown
Toora-loora-loora-loora-loo
In search of gallant young recruits he used to scour the town
Toora-loora-loora-loora-loo
His face was full and swarthy, of medals he had forty
And ribbons in his hat red white and blue
It was he who looked the hero, and made the people stare-o
As he stood at Dunphy's corner, toora-loo

[Verse 2]
Yet, alas for human greatness every dog he has his day
Toora-loora-loora-loora-loo
And Sergeant William Bailey, is getting old and grey
Toora-loora-loora-loora-loo
No longer youths are willing, to take his dirty shilling
And things for him are looking very blue
In spite of fife and drummin', no more recruits are comin'
For Sergeant William Bailey, toora-loo

[Verse 3]
Sergeant William Bailey, what a wretched sight is he
Toora-loora-loora-loora-loo
His back there once was stiff and straight, sure it's almost bent in three
Toora-loora-loora-loora-loo
Some rebel youths with placards, have called his army blackguards
And told the Irish boyhood what to do
He has lost his occupation, let's sing in jubilation
For Sergeant William Bailey, toora-loo