The Banks Of The Nile Chords by The Young Tradition
Tempo:
90.25 bpm
Chords used:
F#
G
A
C
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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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.
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.
Key:
F#
G
A
C
D
F#
G
A
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. _ _ _
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. _ _ _
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