Banks Of The Nile - Fotheringay

Oh hark, the drums do beat my love

I can no longer stay

The bugle horns are sounding clear

And I must march away

We are ordered down to portsmouth

And it’s many’s the weary mile

To join the british army, along 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 nancy, darling nancy

Sure that would 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, then I’ll cut off my long hair

And I’ll go along with you

I’ll dress myself in uniform & I’ll see egypt too

I’ll march beneath your banner

While fortune she do smile

And we’ll comfort one another

Along the banks of the nile

But your waist it is too slender

Your fingers they’re too small

The cruel sun of egypt your rosy cheeks would spoil

Well the cannons they do rattle

And the bullets they do fly

And the silver trumpets sound so loud

To hide the dismal cries

Oh, then cursed be those cruel wars

Since ever they began

For they have robbed our country of many’s the handsome man

They have robbed us of our sweethearts

While their bodies they feed the lions

On the dry & sandy deserts

Which are the banks of the nile