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 a hero and he made the people stare O
As he stood at Murphy's corner, toora loo

Alas for human greatness, every doggy has his 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

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