Frank Crumit - Abdul Abulbul Amir lyrics

The sons of the Prophet were brave men and bold And quite unaccustomed to fear But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah Was Abdul Abulbul Amir Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame In the troops that were led by the Tsar And the bravest of these was a man by the name Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun And donned his most truculent sneer Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe Of Abdul Abulbul Amir "Young man", quoth Abdul, "Has life grown so dull That you wish to end your career? Vile infidel, know you have trod on the toe Of Abdul Abulbul Amir." Said Ivan, "My friend, your remarks, in the end Will avail you but little, I fear For you ne'er will survive to repeat them alive Mr. Abdul Abulbul Amir." "So take your last look at sunshine and brook And send your regrets to the Tsar For by this I imply, you are going to die Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar." Then this bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk With a cry of "Allah-Akbar!" And with murderous intent, he ferociously went For Ivan Skavinsky Skavar They fought all that night 'neath the pale yellow moon; The din, it was heard from afar And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life— In fact, he was shouting "Huzzah!"— He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmyk Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar The Sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly Expecting the victor to cheer But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh Of Abdul Abulbul Amir Tsar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue Rode up in his new crested car He arrived just in time to exchange a last line With Ivan Skavinsky Skavar There's a tomb rises up, where the blue Danube flows Engraved there in characters clear: "Ah, stranger when pa**ing, oh pray for the soul Of Abdul Abulbul Amir." A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps 'Neath the light of the pale polar star And the name that she murmurs so oft as she weeps Is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar