“Hark, I hear the drums a-beating and love I must away I hear the bugles calling me, I can no longer stay We are bound down to Portsmouth town, it's many's a weary mile To join the British army on the banks of the Nile.”
“William, dearest William, don't leave me here to mourn You'll make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born I will cut off my curly locks and come along with you I'll dress myself in velveteen and go to Egypt too.”
“Nancy, lovely Nancy, with me you cannot go Our colonel's given orders: no women arе to go We must forget our own sweethearts all on our nativе isle And fight for King and Country on the banks of the Nile.”
“Cursed be the wars, my love, and how they first began For they have robbed old Ireland of many's a brave young man They've taken our own sweethearts all from our native isle And their bodies lie a-mouldering on the banks of the Nile.”
“When the wars are over, it's home we will return Back to our wives and our sweethearts we left behind at home We'll roll them in our arms all for a little while And go no more to battle on the banks of the Nile.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
