Banks Of The Nile

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 Oh hark! the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay.
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The bugle-horns are sounding clear, and                we must march away.
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We're ordered down to Portsmouth, and it's              many the weary mile.
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To join the British Army on the               banks     of  the  Nile.

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Oh Willie, dearest Willie, don't leave me here to mourn,
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Don't make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born.
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For the parting of our love would be like parting with my life.
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So stay at home, my dearest love, and I will be your wife.

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Oh my Nancy, dearest Nancy, sure that will never do.
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The government has ordered, and we are bound to go.
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The government has ordered, and the Queen she gives command.
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And I am bound on oath, my love, to serve in a foreign land.

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Oh, but I'll cut off my yellow hair, and I'll go along with you.
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I'll dress myself in uniform, and I'll see Egypt too.
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I'll march beneath your banner while fortune it do smile,
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And we'll comfort one another on the banks of the Nile.

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But your waist it is too slender, and your fingers they are too small.
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In the sultry suns of Egypt your rosy cheeks would spoil.
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Where the cannons they do rattle, when the bullets they do fly,
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And the silver trumpets sound so loud to hide the dismal cries.

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Oh, cursed be those cruel wars, that ever they began,
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For they have robbed our country of many the handsome men.
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They've robbed us of our sweethearts while their bodies they feed the lions,
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On the dry and sandy deserts which are the banks of the Nile.