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Frank Crumit- The Return Of Abdul Abulbul Amir

 
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Frank Crumit singing "The Return Of Abdul Abulbul Amir" on HMV no.B3569

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THE RETURN OF ABDUL ABULBUL AMIR (Frank Crumit) Frank Crumit - 1930 By the sea of Sargossa I wandered one night The moon it was shining quite clear For no reason at all I heard someone call For Abdul Abulbul Amir Now Abdul Abulbul I knew to be dead The story had spread near and far How he lost his life while plunging his knife Into Ivan Skavinsky Skavar While I pondered the moonbeams descended quite low Casting shadows suffusely, and then I discovered that I was standing close by The tombs of those two famous men Then in the tombs shadows there rose from a grave The form of a Russian Hussar And my skin nearly peeled, as he stood there revealed It was Ivan Skavinsky Skavar 'Twas he who was calling, I hardly dared breathe My heart 'most stopped beating from fear When out of a grave, in need of a shave Arose Abdul Abulbul Amir "Well, wouldst speak with me Ivan?", quoth Abdul quite low "I wouldst", replied Ivan quite clear "That quarrel we had, 'twas all to the bad Friend Abdul Abulbul Amir" "I've lain here for ages with that on my mind And that's why I called you tonight" "Well, I'm in the same state", quoth Abdul the great "Twas foolish for we two to fight" "Oh friend, thou art blameless", cried Ivan in haste "The fault lies in my hands alone" But Abdul said "Nay, 'twas never that way The fault was no one's but mine own" "Well, dost think I'm a coward?", quoth Ivan Skavar "Step forth and I'll slice off thine ear" "Oh, son of a cat, you'll never do that" Quoth Abdul Abulbul Amir So once more they battled and fought as before The multitudes came from afar And lauded with cheers these bold buccaneers This Turk, and this Russian Hussar The ghost of the Czar on a fiery black steed Came rushing to witness the fray While the Sultan sat there in his royal gold chair It was just like a scene from a play 'Twas just at that moment each sword found its mark And I heard a blood-curdling scream I opened my eyes and to my surprise I found it was only a dream

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