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intro LAm RE LAm7 RE
LAm RE SOL SIm MIm LAm SIm7
Oh hark! the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay.
LAm RE LAm SOL DO RE MIm
The bugle-horns are sounding clear, and we must march away.
LAm RE LAm SOL DO RE MIm
We're ordered down to Portsmouth, and it's many the weary mile.
LAm7 RE LAm SOL LAm SOL LAm RE LAm7 RE
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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