Abdul Abulbul Amir

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The sons of the Prophet are brave 
men and bold
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And quite unaccustomed to fear,

But the bravest by far in the ranks 
of the Shah,
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Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.

[Verse 2]
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Now the heroes were plenty and well 
known to fame
In the troops that were led by the 
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Czar,

And the bravest of these was a man 
by the name
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Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

[Verse 3]
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One day this bold Russian had 
shouldered his gun
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And donned his most truculent sneer,

Downtown he did go where he trod on 
the toe
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Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

[Verse 4]
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Young man, roared Abdul, has life 
grown so dull
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That you wish to end your career?

Vile infidel, know, you have trod on
 the toe
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Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

[Verse 5]
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Said Ivan "My friend, your remarks 
in the end
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Will avail you of little, I fear

For you ne'er will survive to repeat
 them alive
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Mr Abdul Abulbul Amir".

[Verse 6]
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So take your last look at the 
sunshine and brook
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And send your regrets to the Czar

For by this I imply, you are going 
to die,
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Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

[Verse 7]
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They fought all that night neath the
 pale yellow moon;
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The din, it was heard from afar,

And huge multitudes came, so great 
was the fame,
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Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar.

[Verse 8]
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The Sultan drove by in his 
red-breasted fly,
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Expecting the victor to cheer,

But he only drew nigh to hear the 
last sigh,
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Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

[Verse 9]
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Czar Petrovich too, in his 
spectacles blue,
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Rode up in his new crested car

He arrived just in time to exchange 
a last line
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With Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

[Verse 10]
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There's a tomb rises up where the 
Blue Danube rolls,
And graved there in characters 
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clear,

Are, "Stranger, when passing, oh 
pray for the soul
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Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."

[Verse 11]
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A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil 
keeps,
'Neath the light of the cold polar 
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star,

And the name that she murmurs so oft
 as she weeps,
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Is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.