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[ti:Abdul Abulbul Amir]
[ar:Frank Crumit]
[al:The Golden Age of Comedy]
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[00:00.000]Abdul Abulbul Amir - Frank Crumit
[00:09.252]The sons of the Prophet
[00:10.552]Were brave men and bold
[00:12.402]And quite unaccustomed to fear
[00:15.352]But the bravest by far
[00:16.762]In the ranks of the Shah
[00:19.022]Was Abdul Abulbul Amir
[00:22.302]Now the heroes were plenty
[00:23.972]And well known to fame
[00:25.712]In the troops that were
[00:26.922]Led by the Tsar
[00:28.932]And the bravest of these
[00:30.552]Was a man by the name
[00:32.402]Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
[00:35.812]One day this bold Russian
[00:37.582]Had shouldered his gun
[00:39.282]And donned his most truculent sneer
[00:42.772]Downtown he did go where
[00:44.512]He trod on the toe
[00:46.382]Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
[00:49.752]Young man quoth Abdul
[00:51.172]Has life grown so dull
[00:53.202]That you wish to end your career
[00:56.532]Vile infidel know you have trod on the toe
[01:00.062]Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
[01:07.042]Said Ivan My friend your
[01:08.602]Remarks in the end
[01:10.222]Will avail you but little I fear
[01:13.442]For you ne'er will survive
[01:15.052]To repeat them alive
[01:17.032]Mr Abdul Abulbul Amir
[01:20.442]So take your last look
[01:21.852]At sunshine and brook
[01:23.942]And send your regrets to the Tsar
[01:27.142]For by this I imply
[01:28.862]You are going to die
[01:30.952]Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
[01:34.222]Then this bold Mameluke
[01:35.652]Drew his trusty skibouk
[01:37.772]With a cry of Allah Akbar
[01:40.812]And with murderous intent
[01:42.272]He ferociously went
[01:44.462]For Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
[01:48.092]They fought all that night
[01:49.642]'Neath the pale yellow moon
[01:51.332]The din it was heard from afar
[01:54.592]And huge multitudes came
[01:56.292]So great was the fame
[01:58.322]Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar
[02:05.492]As Abdul's long knife
[02:06.812]Was extracting the life
[02:08.522]In fact he was shouting Huzzah
[02:11.882]He felt himself struck
[02:13.812]By that wily Kalmyk
[02:15.602]Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
[02:19.112]The Sultan drove by in
[02:20.712]His red breasted fly
[02:22.592]Expecting the victor to cheer
[02:25.772]But he only drew nigh
[02:27.452]To hear the last sigh
[02:29.512]Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
[02:32.792]Tsar Petrovich too in
[02:34.442]His spectacles blue
[02:36.262]Rode up in his new crested car
[02:39.602]He arrived just in time
[02:41.402]To exchange a last line
[02:43.342]With Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
[02:46.802]There's a tomb rises up
[02:48.232]Where the blue Danube flows
[02:50.332]Engraved there in characters clear
[02:53.692]Ah stranger when passing
[02:55.562]Oh pray for the soul
[02:57.502]Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
[03:00.852]A Muscovite maiden her
[03:02.732]Lone vigil keeps
[03:04.302]'Neath the light of
[03:05.422]The pale polar star
[03:07.602]And the name that she
[03:08.962]Murmurs so oft as she weeps
[03:11.302]Is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar