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Fort of Kabul

Kabul town’s by Kabul river —

Blow the bugle, draw the sword —

There I lef’ my mate for ever,

Wet an’ drippin’ by the ford.

Kabul town’s a blasted place —

Blow the bugle, draw the sword —

‘Strewth I sha’n’t forget ‘is face

Wet an’ drippin’ by the ford!

Ford, ford, ford o’ Kabul river,

Ford o’ Kabul river in the dark!

You can ‘ear the ‘orses threshin’, you can ‘ear the men a-splashin’,

‘Cross the ford o’ Kabul river in the dark.

Kabul town is sun and dust —

Blow the bugle, draw the sword —

I’d ha’ sooner drownded fust

‘Stead of ‘im beside the ford.

Kabul town was ours to take —

Blow the bugle, draw the sword —

I’d ha’ left it for ‘is sake —

‘Im that left me by the ford.

Ford, ford, ford o’ Kabul river,

Ford o’ Kabul river in the dark!

You can ‘ear the ‘orses threshin’, you can ‘ear the men a-splashin’,

‘Cross the ford o’ Kabul river in the dark.

Kabul town’ll go to hell —

Blow the bugle, draw the sword —

‘Fore I see him ‘live an’ well —

‘Im the best beside the ford.

Turn your ‘orse from Kabul town —

Blow the bugle, draw the sword —

‘Im an’ ‘arf my troop is down,

Down an’ drownded by the ford.

Ford, ford, ford o’ Kabul river,

Ford o’ Kabul river in the dark!

There’s the river low an’ fallin’, but it ain’t no use o’ callin’

‘Cross the ford o’ Kabul river in the dark.

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