intro Am D Am7 D
Am D G Bm Em Am Bm7
Oh hark! the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay.
Am D Am G C D Em
The bugle-horns are sounding clear, and we must march away.
Am D Am G C D Em
We're ordered down to Portsmouth, and it's many the weary mile.
Am7 D Am G Am G Am D Am7 D
To join the British Army on the banks of the Nile.
* one could play the Am shape shifted up two frets (without barre) for
variation
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