(3)
No, my dearest Billy, sure that can never do,
I'll volunteer my service, and go to Egypt too,
I'll fight under your banner, I'll leave my native soil,
And I'll be your loyal comerade on the Banks of the Nile.
We must leave off, &c.
Your waist it is too slender, your complexion is to fine;
Your constitution is too weak, to endure a hot campaign;
The sultry sands in Egypt your precious health would spoil,
In the hot sands of the desarts, on the Banks of the Nile.
We must leave off, &c.
O cursed, cursed be the wars, that ever they began!
For it's from this nation they've taken many a brave man;
They have taken away our guardians, and supporters of our Isles;
And their bodies feeds the land on the Banks of the Nile.
We must leave off our Sweethearts,
Likewise our native soil,
And join the British Army
On the Banks of the Nile.
