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quotAbdul Abulbul Amirquot by Percy French read by Tom OBedlam
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What pronpted this poem is the news this morning the Danube is running red, not blue, due to the spillage of a great volume of toxic waste. • • Video • The poem was written while the poet was a student at Trinity College, Dublin, and sold for just five pounds which is all he ever got out of it. I hope he spent the fiver on some useful Guinness. • http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Fr... • http://www.percyfrench.ie/about-percy... • Later it was set to music and performed by Frank Crumit, who wrote two sequels. • http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abdul_Ab... • Here's the song, sung by Frank Cumit: • • ABDUL ABULBUL AMIR - Frank Crumit - 1927 • The picture of a Mameluke is a modern impression: • http://cghub.com/images/view/38277/ • The Russian is by Dmitri Belyukin, The Cossack Sukhov . • The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold • And quite unaccustomed to fear. • But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah • Was Abdul Abulbul Amir. • Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame • In the troops that were led by the Tsar. • And the bravest of these was a man by the name • Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar. • One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun, • And donned his most truculent sneer. • Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe • Of Abdul Abulbul Amir. • Young man, quoth Abdul, Has life grown so dull, • That you wish to end your career? • Vile infidel, know, you have trod on the toe • Of Abdul Abulbul Amir. • Said Ivan, My friend, your remarks, in the end, • Will avail you but little, I fear. • For you ne'er will survive to repeat them alive. • Mr. Abdul Abulbul Amir. • So take your last look at sunshine and brook. • And send your regrets to the Tsar. • For by this I imply, you are going to die • Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar. • Then this bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk. • With a cry of, Allah-Akbar! • And with murderous intent, he ferociously went • For Ivan Skavinsky Skavar. • They fought all that night, 'neath the pale yellow moon. • The din, it was heard from afar. • And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame, • Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar. • As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life — • in fact he was shouting Huzzah! • He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmuck, • Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar. • The Sultan drove by in his red-crested fly, • Expecting the victor to cheer. • But he only drew nigh, to hear the last sigh, • Of Abdul Abulbul Amir. • Tsar Petrovich too, in his spectacles blue, • Rode up in his new crested car. • He arrived just in time to exchange a last line, • With Ivan Skavinsky Skavar. • There's a tomb rises up, where the blue Danube flows, • Engraved there in characters clear: • Ah, stranger when passing, oh pray for the soul • Of Abdul Abulbul Amir. • A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps • 'Neath the light of the pale polar star • And the name that she murmurs so oft as she weeps, • Is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.
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