(3)
No, my dearest Billy, sure that can never do,
My volunteer my service, and go to Egypt to,
of fight under your banner, I'll leave my native foil,
and I'll be your loyal comerede on the Banks of
the Nile.
We must leave off, &c.
loud waist it is too slender, your complextion is
to fine;
your constitution is too weak, to endure a hot
campaign;
the sultry sands in Egypt your precious health
would spoil,
u the hot sands of the desarts, on the Banks of
the Nile.
We must leave off, &c.
cursed, cursed be the wars, that ever they began!
or it's from this nation they've taken many
a brave man;
they have taken away our guardians, and supporters
of our Isles;
and their bodies feeds the land on 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.
