All Our Days
Alex Campbell and His Friends
Sandy and Johnny
All Our Own Work
What We Did On Our Holidays
Liege & Lief
The North Star Grassman & The Ravens
Rock On
Like an Old Fashioned Waltz
Live Convention
Rising For The Moon
Who Knows Where The Time Goes Box Set
Heyday: BBC Radio Sessions, 1968-1969
Sandy and The Strawbs
The BBC Sessions 1971 - 73
Sandy @ The BBC 1971
Gold Dust - Live at the Royalty
No More Sad Refrains
A Boxful of Treasures
A Boxful of Treasures II
Who Knows Where The Time Goes?
Georgia On Our Minds
A Ride Through Norfolk
At The End Of The Day

Fotheringay 1970 [click for larger image]
Island ILPS 9125 1970

Island ILPS 9125
Sound Techniques, Spring 1970
Producer: Joe Boyd
Engineers: Jerry Boys, Tod Lloyd

Sandy Denny - vocals, piano, acoustic guitar;
Trevor Lucas - vocals, acoustic and electric guitars;
Jerry Donahue - lead guitar, backing vocals;
Gerry Conway - drums, backing vocals;
Pat Donaldson - bass, backing vocals.

Banks Of The Nile
(trad. arr. Fotheringay)

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 is the weary mile.
To join the British Army on the banks of the Nile.

Oh Willie, dearest Willie, don't leave me here to mourn,
Don't make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born.
For the parting of our love would be like parting with my life.
So stay at home, my dearest love, and I will be your wife.

Oh my Nancy, dearest Nancy, sure that will never do.
The government has ordered, and we are bound to go.
The government has ordered, and the Queen she gives command.
And I am bound on oath, my love, to serve in a foreign land.

Oh, but I'll cut off my yellow hair, and I'll 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 do smile,
And we'll comfort one another on the banks of the Nile.

But your waist it is too slender, and your fingers they are too small.
In the sultry suns of Egypt your rosy cheeks would spoil.
Where the cannons they do rattle, when the bullets they do fly,
And the silver trumpets sound so loud to hide the dismal cries.

Oh, cursed be those cruel wars, that ever they began,
For they have robbed our country of many's the handsome men.
They've robbed us of our sweethearts while their bodies they feed the lions,
On the dry and sandy deserts which are the banks of the Nile.

The Banks of the Nile


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