Re: Lyrics to song -Abdul Abul Bul Amir

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: : Ok everyone.. don't know what search engine your using, but google does provide it via a different spelling. If you use our spell, the misspelled link provides the lyrics.

: : 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. 

: As I recall, this is an Ivy League school drinking song, or so my father told me.  Hadn't thought about it in 30 years.



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