by Fred Fisher (1875 - 1942)
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.
Authorship:
- by Fred Fisher (1875 - 1942) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Felix Bernard (1897 - 1944), "Dardanella" [ sung text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2017-04-18
Line count: 44
Word count: 253