Lirik Lagu Abdul Abulbul Amir - Children Lyrics
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The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold,And quite unaccustomed to fear,But the bravest of these was a man, I am toldNamed Abdul Abulbul Amir.
This son of the desert, in battle aroused,Could spit twenty men on his spear.A terrible creature, both sober and sousedWas 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 shoutFor Abdul Abulbul Amir.
There are heroes aplenty and men known to fameIn the troops that were led by the Czar;But the bravest of these was a man by the nameOf Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and poolAnd perform on the Spanish Guitar.In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite teamWas 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 rankWith Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gunAnd donned his most truculent sneerDowntown he did go, where he trod on the toeOf 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 toeOf Abdul Abulbul Amir."
"So take your last look at the sunshine and brookAnd 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 chibouqueWith a cry of "Allah Akbar!"And with murderous intent, he ferociously wentFor 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 fameof 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 sighOf Abdul Abulbul Amir.
Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blueRode up in his new crested car.He arrived just in time to exchange a last lineWith Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
A loud-sounding splash from the Danube was heardResounding o'er meadows afar;It came from the sack fitting close to the backOf 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 soulOf 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 weepsIs Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
This son of the desert, in battle aroused,Could spit twenty men on his spear.A terrible creature, both sober and sousedWas 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 shoutFor Abdul Abulbul Amir.
There are heroes aplenty and men known to fameIn the troops that were led by the Czar;But the bravest of these was a man by the nameOf Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and poolAnd perform on the Spanish Guitar.In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite teamWas 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 rankWith Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gunAnd donned his most truculent sneerDowntown he did go, where he trod on the toeOf 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 toeOf Abdul Abulbul Amir."
"So take your last look at the sunshine and brookAnd 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 chibouqueWith a cry of "Allah Akbar!"And with murderous intent, he ferociously wentFor 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 fameof 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 sighOf Abdul Abulbul Amir.
Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blueRode up in his new crested car.He arrived just in time to exchange a last lineWith Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
A loud-sounding splash from the Danube was heardResounding o'er meadows afar;It came from the sack fitting close to the backOf 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 soulOf 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 weepsIs Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
