Abdul, The Bubul Amir (G, 3/4)

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The sons of the prophet are hardy and bold
And quite unaccustomed to fear
But the bravest of all was a man I am told
Named Abdul, The Bubul Amir

When they needed - a man - to encourage - the van
Or harass a foe from the rear
Storm fort - or redoubt, they had only - to shout
For Abdul, The Bubul Amir

Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame
Who fought for the ranks of the Czar
But the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar

He could imitate Irving, play poker and pool
And strum the Spanish guitar
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar

The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few
He could drink them all under the bar
A gallant or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar

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, The Bubul Amir

"Young man," said Bubul, "has your life grown so dull
That you're anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel, - know you have - trod on the - toe
Of Abdul, The Bubul Amir"

"So take your last sunshine and brook,
And send your regrets to the Czar.
By which I imply, you are going to die
Mr. Ivan Skavinsky Skivar."

Said Ivan, "my friend, your remarks in the end
Will avail you little I fear;
For you will never - survive - to repeat them - alive
Mr. Abdul, The Bubul Amir"

Then that bold - Mameluke - drew his trusty - skibouk
With a cry of "Allah Akbar.:
And with murderous intent he ferociously went
For Ivan Skavinsky Skivar

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 Skivar

As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life
In fact, he had shouted "Huzzah!"
He felt himself struck by that wily Calmuck
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skivar

The sultan drove by on his red breasted fly
Expecting the victor to cheer
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh
Of Abdul, the Bubul Amir

Czar 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 Skivar

There a tomb rises where the Blue Danube rolls
And 'graved there in characters clear
Are, "Stranger when passing, oh pray for the soul
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar