Title: The Banks of the Nile
Artist: The Young Tradition (Royston Wood, Heather Wood, Peter Bellamy)
Album: Galleries (1968)
Lyrics (Traditional):
Oh hark, the drums are beating and I must haste away
The bugles sweetly sound and I can no longer stay
We are called out to Portsmouth and it's many a weary mile
For to fight the Blacks and Heathens 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 parting from you Willie is like parting from me life
Oh, stay at home dear William and I will be thy wife
Oh, I'll cut off me yellow hair and go along with you
I'll dress myself in velveteen and go to Egypt too
I'll fight and hold thy banner, love, and fortune it may smile
And we'll gather love and honour on the Banks of the Nile
You waist it is too slender, your features are to fine
Your body it is too weak, me love, to stand a long campaign
The sultry suns of Egypt your precious health may spoil
And the sandy desert places on the Banks of the Nile
Oh cursed, cursed be the day that e'er the wars began
For they've taken out of England full many a fine young man
Our lads have gone to perish on that unwholesome soil
And they never will return from the Banks of the Nile
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