Dardanella

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.