THE
BANKS OF THE NILE
Hark, bark! my dear, the drums do beat,
and L'must away;
The trumpet loudly calls the, no longer I can stay,
We are called up to Portsmonth, it's many along mile,
All for to be embarked for the Banks of the Nile.
We must leave off our Sweethearts,
Likewise, our native foil,
And join the British Army
On the Banks of the Nile.
O no, my dearest Billy, would you leave me here
forlon;
You will make me sigh, and rue the day that ever
I was born;
For the parting with you, my dear, is the parting
with my life!
So stay at home, (illegible text) Silly, love, and make me
your wife.
We must leave off Sec.
O on, my dearest Nancy, sure that can never do!
(illegible text) Government has ordered woman there to go
For Government has ordered the King he does
Command.
And we are bound by path my dear, to serve in
foreign kind.
We must have (illegible text)
