G                             C/G         G
Sergeant William Bailey was a man of high renown,
              D             G
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
G                                   C/G                  G
In search of gallant young recruits he used to scour the town,
              D              G
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
    D
His face was full and swarthy, of medals he had forty,
                          D/F#          G
And ribbons on his chest red white and blue,
        G                 C/G          C/B             Em
It was he that looked the hero as he made the people stare O,
 G                       D    D/F#      G
As he stood on Dunphy’s corner tooral loo.


[Verse 2]

    G                         C/G              G
Now Sergent William Bailey on Dunprhy's corner stands
              D             G
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
                                  C/G             G
Enticing Dublin young lands for to die in foreign lands
              D             G
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
    D
For to improve their station, he shouts in high-alation
                      D/F#     G
To come and fight for king and country
        G                  C/G          C/B              Em
But for all the noise he's making, that bait they aren't taking
 G                     D    D/F#     G
From Sergent William Bailey tooral loo.


[Verse 3]

    G                              C/G            G
But alas for human greatness every dog he has his day,
              D             G
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
    G                             C/G             G
And Sergeant William Bailey he is getting old and grey,
              D             G
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
   D
No longer youths are willing to take his dirty shilling,
                        D/F#          G
And things for him are looking mighty blue,
        G                  C/G        C/B              Em
For in spite of fife and drumming no more recruits are coming,
 G                     D    D/F#     G
For Sergeant William Bailey tooral loo.


[Instrumental]

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D         G
G    C/G  G
D         G
D
D/F#      G
G    C/G  C/B  C
G D  D/F#   G


[Verse 4]

         G                              C/G               G
And now, Sergeant William Bailey what a wretched sight to see,
              D             G
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
        G                                         C/G             G
And the back that once was strong and straight is almost bent in three,
              D             G
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
     D
Some rebel youths with placards have called his army blackguards,
                        D/F#          G
And told the Irish youth just what to do,
       G                  C/G        C/B          Em
He has lost his occupation let’s sing in jubilation,
 G                     D    D/F#     G
For Sergeant William Bailey tooral loo


[Outro]

G    C/G  G
D         G
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D
D/F#      G
G    C/G  C/B  C
G D  D/F#   G