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Abdul Abulbul Amir Lyrics - Singles - Children

The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold, 

And quite unaccustomed to fear, 

But the bravest of these was a man, I am told 

Named Abdul Abulbul Amir. 

 

This son of the desert, in battle aroused, 

Could spit twenty men on his spear. 

A terrible creature, both sober and soused 

Was Abdul Abulbul Amir. 

 

When they needed a man to encourage the van, 

Or to harass the foe from the rear, 

Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to shout 

For Abdul Abulbul Amir. 

 

There are heroes aplenty and men known to fame 

In the troops that were led by the Czar; 

But the bravest of these was a man by the name 

Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. 

 

He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and pool 

And perform on 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. 

As 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 Abulbul Amir 

 

"Young man," quoth Bulbul, "has life grown so dull, 

That you're anxious to end your career? 

Vile infidel! Know, you have trod on the toe 

Of Abdul Abulbul Amir." 

 

"So take your last look at the sunshine and brook 

And send your regrets to the Czar; 

By this I imply you are going to die, 

Mr. Ivan Skavinsky Skivar." 

 

Quoth 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!" 

 

Then this bold mameluke drew his trusty chibouque 

With a cry of "Allah Akbar!" 

And with murderous intent, he ferociously went 

For Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. 

 

They parried and thrust and they side-stepped and cussed 

'Till their blood would have filled a great pot. 

The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes, 

Say that hash was first made on that spot. 

 

They fought all that night, 'neath the pale yellow moon; 

The din, it was heard from afar; 

And great multitudes came, so great was the fame 

of Abdul and Ivan Skivar. 

 

As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life - 

In fact, he was shouting "Huzzah!" - - 

He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmuck, 

Count Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. 

 

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. 

 

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. 

 

A loud-sounding splash from the Danube was heard 

Resounding o'er meadows afar; 

It came from the sack fitting close to the back 

Of Ivan Skavinsky Skovar. 

 

There's a tomb rises up where the blue Danube flows; 

Engraved there in characters clear; 

"Ah stranger, when passing, please 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 as oft as she weeps 

Is Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.