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