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Dardanella

Language: English

Down beside the Dardanella Bay
Where Oriental breezes play
There lives a lonesome maid, Armenian.
By the Dardanelles with glowing eyes
She looks across the seas and sighs
And weaves her love spell so sirenian.
Soon I shall return to Turkestan.
I will ask for her heart and hand.

Oh, sweet Dardanella,
I love your harem eyes.
I'm a lucky fellow to capture such a prize.
Oh, Allah knows my love for you
And he tells you to be true, Dardanella.
Oh, hear my sigh, my Oriental.

Oh, sweet Dardanella, 
prepare the wedding wine
There'll be one girl in my harem, 
when you're mine.
We'll build a tent
Just like the children of the Orient.
Oh, sweet Dardanella
My star of love divine.

When the Sultan saw her lovely eyes
Oh, he was taken by surprise.
He said, I'll buy her for my harem.
I just told the Sultan to be nice:
She can't be bought at any price.
She said to me, she couldn't bear him,
So, beneath the Oriental moon
I'll be wooing my love real soon.

Oh, sweet Dardanella,
I love your harem eyes.
I'm a lucky fellow to capture such a prize.
Oh, Allah knows my love for you
And he tells you to be true, Dardanella,
Oh, hear my sigh, my Oriental.

Oh, sweet Dardanella, 
prepare the wedding wine.
There'll be one girl in my harem, 
when you're mine.
We'll build a tent
Just like the children of the Orient.
Oh, sweet Dardanella,
My star of love divine.


Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


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