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Egyptian Holiday

Dear Mother, this Egypt is a terrible land,
It’s 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’ve no worries or cares,
The newspapers call us the English millionaires,
So, perhaps I should say that we’re living in style,
Where the sands of the desert roll down to the Nile.

Our hotel in ‘Alex’ 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’ve been around the Sphinx and the pyramids too,
The brochure was right, it’s a breathtaking view.
The bazaars are so humid the odour is vile,
So we went on a cruise over the beautiful Nile.

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

We’ve 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’ve 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’t know cos their tastes cost too much.

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

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