Testi di Sergeant William Bailey - The Wolfe Tones

Sergeant William Bailey (originale)

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

(traduzione)

Il sergente William Bailey era un uomo di grande fama
Tooral looral looral looral loo
Alla ricerca di giovani reclute coraggiose, era solito perlustrare la città
Tooral looral looral looral loo
La sua faccia era piena e scura, di medaglie ne aveva quaranta
E nastri sul petto rosso bianco e blu
È stato lui a guardare l'eroe mentre faceva sì che le persone fissassero O
Mentre si trovava sul gabinetto d'angolo di Dunphy
Ma ahimè per la grandezza umana ogni cane ha il suo giorno
Tooral looral looral looral loo
E il sergente William Bailey sta diventando vecchio e grigio
Tooral looral looral looral loo
Non più i giovani sono disposti a prendere il suo sporco scellino
E le cose per lui sembrano di un blu potente
Nonostante il piffero e il tamburo, non arrivano più reclute
Per il bagno del sergente William Bailey
Il sergente William Bailey che spettacolo orribile da vedere
Tooral looral looral looral loo
La sua schiena che una volta era ferma e dritta è quasi piegata in tre
Tooral looral looral looral loo
Alcuni giovani ribelli con cartelli hanno chiamato il suo esercito dei farabutti
E ha detto ai giovani irlandesi cosa fare
Ha perso la sua occupazione, cantiamo con gioia
Per il bagno del sergente William Bailey