The sons of the Prophet were brave men and bold
\nAnd quite unaccustomed to fear.
\nBut the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah
\nWas Abdul Abulbul Amir.<\/p>\n
Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame
\nIn the troops that were led by the Tsar.
\nAnd the bravest of these was a man by the name
\nOf Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.<\/p>\n
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun,
\nAnd donned his most truculent sneer.
\nDowntown he did go, where he trod on the toe
\nOf Abdul Abulbul Amir.<\/p>\n
“Young man,” Quoth Abdul,”Has life grown so dull,
\nThat you wish to end your career?
\nVile Infidel, know, you have trod on the toe
\nOf Abdul Abulbul Amir.”<\/p>\n
Said Ivan, “My friend, your remarks, in the end,
\nWill avail you but little, I fear.”
\n“For you ne’er will survive to repeat them alive.
\nMr. Abdul Abulbul Amir.”<\/p>\n
“So take your last look at sunshine and brook.
\nAnd send your regrets to the Tsar.
\nBy this I imply, you are going to die
\nCount Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.”<\/p>\n
Then that bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk.
\nWith a cry of, “Allah-Akbar!”
\nAnd with murderous intent, he ferociously went
\nFor Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.<\/p>\n
They fought all that night, ‘neath the pale yellow moon.
\nThe din, it was heard from afar.
\nAnd huge multitudes came, so great was the fame,
\nOf Abdul and Ivan Skavar.<\/p>\n
As Abdul’s long knife was extracting the life \u2014
\nin fact he was shouting “Huzzah!”
\nHe felt himself struck by that wily Kalmyk,
\nCount Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.<\/p>\n
The Sultan drove by in his red-crested fly,
\nExpecting the victor to cheer.
\nBut he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh,
\nOf Abdul Abulbul Amir.<\/p>\n
Tsar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue,
\nRode up in his new crested car.
\nHe arrived just in time to exchange a last line,
\nWith Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.<\/p>\n
There’s a tomb rises up, where the blue Danube flows,
\nEngraved there in characters clear:
\n“Ah, stranger when passing, oh pray for the soul
\nOf Abdul Abulbul Amir.<\/p>\n
A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps
\n‘Neath the light of the pale polar star
\nAnd the name that she murmurs so oft as she weeps,
\nIs Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.<\/p>\n
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