The Wolfe Tones — Sergeant William Bailey letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Sergeant William Bailey" de The Wolfe Tones.
Letra
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
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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
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And Sergeant William Bailey he is getting old and grey
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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
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His back that once was firm and straight is almost bent in three
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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
Tradução da letra
O Sargento William Bailey era um homem de grande renome.
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Em busca de jovens recrutas galantes, ele costumava vasculhar a cidade.
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Seu rosto estava cheio e suado, de medalhas ele tinha quarenta
E fitas no peito vermelho branco e azul
Foi ele que olhou o herói enquanto fazia as pessoas olharem O
Enquanto ele estava na casa de banho tooral de Dunphy
Mas infelizmente para a grandeza humana cada cão tem o seu dia
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E o Sargento William Bailey está a ficar velho e cinzento.
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Os jovens já não estão dispostos a aceitar o seu Xelim Sujo.
E as coisas para ele estão muito azuis
Apesar do fife e da bateria, não há mais recrutas a chegar.
Para o Sargento William Bailey tooral loo
Sargento William Bailey, que visão horrível de se ver.
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As costas que outrora eram firmes e rectas estão quase dobradas em três
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Alguns jovens rebeldes com cartazes chamaram os seus soldados de blackguards.
E disse à juventude irlandesa o que fazer
Ele perdeu a sua ocupação vamos cantar em júbilo
Para o Sargento William Bailey tooral loo