There are two versions in DT (search under abdul) - here is a cleaner one. From the Boy Scout Song Books: The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold, And quite unaccustomed to fear: But the bravest of all was a man I am told, Named Abdul El Bul-Bul Ameer. If they wanted a man to encourage the van, Or to harass the foe in the rear; Or to storm a redoubt, they would set up a shout, For Abdul El Bul-Bul Ameer. There were heroes in plenty and men known to fame, Who fought in the ranks of the Czar; But none of more fame than a man by the name Of Ivan Skizavitsky Skivar. He could sing like Caruso, both tenor and bass, He could play on the Spanish guitar; In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team Was Ivan Skizavitsky Skivar. One day this bold Muscovite shouldered his gun And walked down the street with a sneer; He was looking for fun when he happened to run Upon Abdul El Bul-Bul Ameer. “Young man,” said Bul-Bul, “is existence too dull, That you’re anxious to finish your career? For, infidel, know you have trod on the toe Of Abdul El Bul-Bul Ameer. “So take your last look at the sunshine and brook, And send your regrets to the Czar; By which I imply that you are going to die, Mister Ivan Skizavitsky Skivar.” Then this bold Memeluke drew his trusty chibouque, Crying: “Allah-il-Allah! Akbar!” And with murderous intent he most suddenly went For Ivan Skizavitsky Skivar. On a stone by the banks where the Neva doth roll, There is written in characters clear: “Oh, stranger, remember to pray for the soul Of Abdul El Bul-Bul Ameer.” While a Muscovite maiden her vigil doth keep By the light of the cold Northern star; And the name that she constantly shouts in her sleep Is Ivan Skizavitsky Skivar.
|