Kris Drever
Kris Drever
Kris Drever
Kris Drever
Kris Drever
Kris Drever
Kris Drever
Kris Drever
Kris Drever
Kris Drever & Heidi Talbot
Kris Drever
[Verse 1: Kris Drever]
Oh, hark, the drums do beat, my love, we can no longer tarry
The bugle calls are sounding and we must march away
We're ordered out of Portsmouth town for many a weary mile
To join the British Army on the banks of the Nile
[Verse 2: Heidi Talbot]
Oh, Willie, dearest William, don't leave me here to mourn
For I must curse and rue the day that ever I was born
For parting from my love would be like parting from my life
So stay at home, dear William, and I will be your wife
[Verse 3: Kris Drever]
Oh, Nancy, dearest Nancy, sure that would never do
The government has ordered and we are bound to go
The government has ordered, the Queen she gives command
And I am bound away, my love, to serve in a foreign land
[Verse 4: Heidi Talbot]
Then I'll cut off my yellow hair and go along with you
I'll dress myself in uniform and I'll see Egypt too
I'll march beneath your banner while fortune it does smile
And we'll comfort one another on the banks of the Nile
[Verse 5: Heidi Talbot]
My curse attend the cruel war and the hour that it began
For it has robbed our country of many a gallant man
They've robbed us of our sweethearts, protectors of the soil
Their blood does steep the grass that's deep on the banks of the Nile
[Verse 6: Kris Drever, Kris Drever & Heidi Talbot]
And when the war is over, love, back home I will return
Unto my wife and family I've left behind to mourn
And we'll take up the plough, my boys, and till the fertile soil
No more we'll go a-rovin' on the banks of the Nile
The Banks of the Nile was written by Traditional.
The Banks of the Nile was produced by John McCusker.