Sergeant William Bailey was a man of high 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 on his hat, red, white and blue,
It was him that looked the hero and he made the people stare, oh,
As he stood at Dunphy's corner, toora loo.

But alas for human greatness, every doggy has it's day,
Toora loora loora loora loo,
And Sergeant William Bailey, now is getting old and grey,
Toora loora loora loora loo,
Some rebel youths with placards have called his army blaggards,
And told the Irish boyhood what to do,
So in spite of fife and drumming, no more recruits are coming,
For Sergeant William Bailey, toora loo.

Sergeant William Bailey, what a wretched sight to see,
Toora loora loora loora loo,
His back that once was stiff and straight is almost bent in three,
Toora loora loora loora loo,
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 William Bailey, toora loo.

Sergeant William Bailey was a man of high renown,
Toora loora loora loora loo,
In search of gallant young recruits he used to scour the town,
Toora loora loora loora loo,
No longer youths are willing to take his Saxon shilling,
And things for him are looking mighty blue,
He has lost his occupation, let's sing in jubilation,
For Sergeant William Bailey, toora loo.

He has lost his occupation, let's sing in jubilation,
For Sergeant William Bailey, toora loo.

Rule Britannia, your marmalade and jam,
With your long red coat and feather in your cap,
And your drums and your guns, bang bang.

Rule Britannia, your marmalade and jam,
With your long red coat and feather in your cap,
And your drums and your guns, bang bang.