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Banks of the Nile

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OriginaleLa versione B incisa da Sidney Richards e Ewan McColl.
BANKS OF THE NILE

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

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

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

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

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

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

Farewell, my dearest Nancy, farewell I must away.
I hear the drums a-beating and no longer I can stay.
For we're ordered out of Portsmouth Town and for many a long mile
For to fight the blacks and heathens on the banks of the Nile.

Oh, I'll cut off my curly locks and along with you I'll go
I'll dress meself in velveteen and go and see Egypt, too.
I'll fight and bear thy banners well, kind fortune upon thee smile.
And we'll comfort one another on the banks of the Nile.

Oh, your waist it is too slender, love, and your waist it is too small.
I'm afraid that you won't answer me, if I should on you call
Your delicate constitution will not stand the unwholesome soil.
Nor the dark, nor the sandy climate on the banks of the Nile.

O Willie, dearest William, don't leave me here to mourn,
You'll make me curse and rue the day for whenever I'd been born.
For the parting of my own true love and the parting of me life-
Now stay at home, dear William, and I will be thy wife.

O now the war is over and back I'll then return
Until my wife and family I've left behind to mourn.
We'll call them in around, my boys, and there's no end of toil.
And no more we'll go a'roving on the banks of the Nile.

Other verses:

My curse upon the war and the hour that it began
For it has robbed our counterie of many a gallant man
It took from us our old sweethearts, protectors of our soil
And their blood does steep the grass that's deep on the banks of the Nile

Let a hundred days be darkened and let maidens give a sigh
It would melt the very elements to hear the wounded cry
Let a hundred days be brightened and let the maidens give a smile
But remember Abercrombie on the banks of the Nile


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