.Oh hark! The drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay!
The bugle-horns are sounding clear, and we must march away.
We're ordered down to Portsmouth, and it's many's the weary mile.
To join the British army on the banks of the Nile.
Oh Willie, dearest Willie! Don't leave me .
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