Push for PORTER

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 at Dunphy's corner tooral loo.

Now as Sergeant William Bailey on Dunphy's corner stands,
Toora-loora-loora-loora-loo
Enticing Dublin young lads for to die in foreign lands,
Toora-loora-loora-loora-loo
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 making, the bait they aren't taking,
From Sergeant William Bailey, toora-loo.>

Alas for human greatness every doggy has his day,
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
And Sergeant William Bailey now is gettin' old and grey,
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
Some rebel youths with placards have called his army blackguards,
And told the Irish boyhood what to do,
So in spite of fife and drumming no more recruits are comin',
For Sergeant William Bailey tooral loo.

O Sergeant William Bailey what a wretched sight to see,
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
The back that once was stiff and straight is almost bent in three,
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
No longer youths are willing, to take his dirty shilling,
And things for him are lookin' mighty blue.
He has lost his occupation let's sing in jubilation,
For Sergeant William Bailey tooral loo.

Cruel Britannia, you're marmalade and jam,
With your long-neck coat and your feather in your cap
And your drums and your guns Bang! Bang!