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Egyptian Holiday

Dear Mother, this Egypt is a terrible land,
It鈥檚 nothing but flies, fleas and acres of sand.
The sun is so hot, and the wind when it blows,
Piles dust till it lies inches thick on your clothes.

But for all these hardships, we鈥檝e no worries or cares,
The newspapers call us the English millionaires,
So, perhaps I should say that we鈥檙e living in style,
Where the sands of the desert roll down to the Nile.

Our hotel in 鈥楢lex鈥� is cosy and bright,
And its wonderful beach is a golden delight.
But to stroll around the town is to mar all our joy,
We were pestered all day by the young shoe-shine boy.

We鈥檝e been around the Sphinx and the pyramids too,
The brochure was right, it鈥檚 a breathtaking view.
The bazaars are so humid the odour is vile,
So we went on a cruise over the beautiful Nile.

We鈥檝e seen Abdin Palace where lived King Farads,
It鈥檚 just round the corner from Babfa El Soak,
It鈥檚 a beautiful building with the emblems of green,
The one place in Cairo that really looks clean.

We鈥檝e not seen the President but when he appears,
I guess we will give him three rousing good cheers.
And he will reply with a wave and a smile,
To the tourists enjoying his wonderful Nile.

There are some beautiful girls, but we鈥檝e taken the hint,
Cos most of them say, it will cost you a mint,
They all look alluring and soft to the touch,
But we really don鈥檛 know cos their tastes cost too much.

So I tell all my friends that we鈥檙e faithful and true,
And shall be till we鈥檙e back in England with you,
So I鈥檒l send you a postcard and we will stay for a while,
For we鈥檙e sunning ourselves on the banks of the Nile.

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