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, bark! my dear, the drums do beat,
 * and L'must away;

The trumpet loudly calls the, no longer I can stay, We are called up to Portsmonth, it's many along mile, All for to be embarked for 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.

O no, my dearest Billy, would you leave me here
 * forlon;

You will make me sigh, and rue the day that ever
 * I was born;

For the parting with you, my dear, is the parting
 * with my life!

So stay at home, Silly, love, and make me
 * your wife.


 * We must leave off Sec.

O on, my dearest Nancy, sure that can never do! Government has ordered woman there to go For Government has ordered the King he does
 * Command.

And we are bound by path my dear, to serve in
 * foreign kind.
 * We must have