Dardanella

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.

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.