The Banks Of The Nile Chords by The Young Tradition

Oh, Hark!
The drums are beating, and I must taste the wane, The bugles sweetly sound, and I can no [N] longer stain.
We are called up to Portsmouth, and it's many a weary mile, To fight the blacks and heathens on the [A] banks of the Nile.
_ [C] Oh, Willie, dearest Willie, don't leave me here to mourn, [F#] Don't make me curse and rue [G] the day that [N] ever I was born,
For parting from you, Willie, is like parting from me life.
Oh, stay at home, dear Willie, and I will be thee wife.
_ Oh, I'll cut off me yellow hair and go along with you, I'll dress meself in _ velveteen and go and see Egypt too.
I'll fight an oldly 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 too weak, we love [D] to stand a long campaign.
[G] The sultry sons of Egypt, [F#] your precious health may [C#] spoil, And the sandy [N] desert places on the banks of the Nile.
_ _ Oh, curse and curse it be the day that ever wars began, They've [G#m] taken out of England for many a fine young man,
[G] Our lands have gone to perish on [F#] that unwholesome soil, And they [A] never will return from the banks of the Nile. _ _ _