Abdullah BulBul Amir

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Abdullah Bulbul Amir

The sons of the prophet are brave men and bold, and quite un-
accustomed to fear,
But the bravest of all was a man, I am told, named Abdullah
Bulbul Amir.
When they needed a man to encourage the van or harass the foe
from the rear,
Storm fort or redoubt they had only to shout for Abdullah Bulbul
Amir.
This son of the desert, in battle aroused, could split twenty men
on a spear;
A terrible creature when sober or soused was Abdullah Bulbul
Amir.
Sober or soused,
So mean when he's aroused,
Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame,
Who fought in 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 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 Abdullah Bulbul
Amir.
"Young man," quoth Bulbul, "has your life grown so dull that
you're anxious to end your career?
"Vile infidel, know you have trod on the toe of Abdullah Bulbul
Amir.
"So take your last look at the sunshine and brook
"And send your regrets to the Czar;
"For by this I imply you are going to die, Mister Ivan Skavinsky
Skivar."
They fought all that night 'neath the pale moonlight,
The din it was heard from afar.
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 Kalmuck,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
There's a tomb rises up where the Blue Danube rolls, and engraved
there in characters clear
Saying "Stranger, when passing, oh, pray for the soul of
Abdullah Bulbul Amir."
A splash in the Black Sea, one dark moonless night, caused ripples to spread wide and far.
It was made by a sack fitting close to the back of
Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.


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