“Oh hark! the drums are beating and I must haste away, The bugles sweetly sound and I can no longer stay. We are going up to Portsmouth, and it's many a weary mile 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 my life. Oh stay at home, dear William, and I will be thee wife.”
“Oh, I'll cut off my yellow hair and go along with you. I'll dress myself in velveteen and go and see Egypt too. I'll fight and hold thee banner, love, and fortune it may smile, And we'll gather love and honour on the banks of the Nile.”
“Your waist it is too slender, your features are too fine. Your body is to weak, my love, to spend a long campaign. The sultry suns of Egypt your precious self may spoil And the sandy desert wastes on the banks of the Nile.”
“Oh, cursed, cursed be the day that ever wars began, For they've taken out of England for may a fine young men. Our lads are going to perish on that unwholesome soil And they never will return from the banks of the Nile.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
