The sons of the Prophet are brave men and boldAnd quite unaccustomed to fearBut the bravest by far in the ranks of the ShahWas Abdul Abulbul Ameer.If you wanted a man to encourage the vanOr shout 'Hip Hooray' in the rearOr storm a redoubt, you had only to shoutFor Abdul Abulbul Ameer.
Now the heroes were many and well-known to fameIn the troops that were led by the CzarBut the bravest of these, whom no man could appeaseOf Ivan Skivinsky Skivar.He could imitate most, play Poker and PoolAnd perform on the swinging guitar.In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite teamWas Ivan Skivinsky Skivar.
One day this bold Russian he shouldered his gunAnd donned his most truculent sneerDown town he did go, where he trod on the toeOf Abdul Abulbul Ameer.'Young man', quote Abdul, 'Has your life grown so dullThat you wish to end your career! --Vile infidel know, you have trod on the toeOf Abdul Abulbul Ameer."
Said Ivan: 'My friend, your remarks, in the endWill avail you but little, I fearFor you'll never survive to repeat them alive,Mr. Abdul Abulbul Ameer."'Then take your last look on sunshine and brookAnd send your regrets to the Czar --By this, I imply, you are going to die,Count Ivan Skivinsky Skivar.'
Then the bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibookWith a cry of 'Allah Akbar'And with deadly intent he ferociously wentFor Ivan Skivinsky Skivar.They fought through the night, in the pale yellow lightThe din it was heard from afarAnd huge 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 'Hurra')He felt himself struck by that wily KalmuckCount Ivan Skivinsky Skivar.The Sultan drove by in his red-breasted flyExpecting the victor to cheerBut he only drew nigh to hear the last sighOf Abdul Abulbul Ameer.
Czar Petrovitch, too, in his spectacles blueDrove up in his new-crested car.He arrived just in time to exchange a last lineWith Ivan Skivinsky Skivar.A tombstone arose where the Blue Danube flowsAnd engraved there in characters clearAre: 'Stranger, pass by, but contribute a sighFor Abdul Abulbul Ameer.'
A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps'Neath the light of the pale polar star.And the name that she murmurs, so oft as she weepsIs Ivan Skivinsky Skivar.
