Sergeant William Bailey
Sergeant William Bailey was a man of high renown
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In search of gallant young recruits he used to scour the town
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His face was full and swarthy, of medals he had forty
And ribbons on his chest, red, white and blue
It is he what looked the hero, a he made the people stare-o
As he stood on Dunphy's corner, toora-loo
Now as Sergeant William Bailey on Dunphy's corner stands
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Enticin' Dublin young lads for to die in foreign lands
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For to improve their station, he shouts in high elation
To come and fight for king and country
But for all the noise he's makin', the bait they aren't takin'
From Sergeant William Bailey, toora-loo
Now alas for human greatness every dog he has his day
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And Sergeant William Bailey he is gettin' old and grey
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No longer youths are willin', to take his dirty shillin'
And things for him are lookin' mighty blue
For in spite of fife and drummin', no more recruits are comin'
To Sergeant William Bailey, toora-loo
And now Sergeant William Bailey what a wretched sight to see
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And the back that once was strong and straight's now almost bent in three
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Some rebel youths with placards have called his army blaggards
And told the Irish youth just what to do
He has lost his occupation, let's sing in jubilation
For Sergeant William Bailey, toora-loo
Sargento William Bailey
Sargento William Bailey era um homem de grande renome
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Em busca de jovens valentes, ele vasculhava a cidade
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Seu rosto era cheio e moreno, tinha quarenta medalhas
E fitas no peito, vermelhas, brancas e azuis
Ele parecia um herói, fazia o povo olhar
Enquanto estava na esquina de Dunphy, toora-loo
Agora, enquanto o Sargento William Bailey na esquina de Dunphy está
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Tentando convencer os jovens de Dublin a morrer em terras estrangeiras
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Para melhorar sua situação, ele grita com grande alegria
Para virem lutar pelo rei e pela pátria
Mas apesar de todo o barulho que ele faz, a isca não tá pegando
Do Sargento William Bailey, toora-loo
Agora, alas para a grandeza humana, todo cachorro tem seu dia
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E o Sargento William Bailey está ficando velho e grisalho
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Os jovens não estão mais dispostos a pegar seu dinheiro sujo
E as coisas para ele estão ficando bem complicadas
Pois apesar de flautas e tambores, não estão vindo mais recrutas
Para o Sargento William Bailey, toora-loo
E agora, Sargento William Bailey, que visão triste de se ver
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E as costas que antes eram fortes e retas agora estão quase em três
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Alguns jovens rebeldes com cartazes chamaram seu exército de vagabundos
E disseram à juventude irlandesa o que fazer
Ele perdeu sua ocupação, vamos cantar em celebração
Pelo Sargento William Bailey, toora-loo