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Abdul-A-Bul-Bul-Amir (A Sequel) By the sea of Sargotha I wandered one night The stars were shining so clear For no reason at all I heard someone call For Abdul-a-bul-bul-Amir I pondered the moon beams descending so low Casting shadows ghostly and then I discovered that I was standing close by The tombs of these two famous men. Then from the tombs shadow there rose from the grave The form of a Russian Tzar My skin nearly peeled as he stood there revealed, It was Ivan Skovinski Skovar It was he who was calling I hardly dared breathe My heart most stopped beating from fear When out of the grave in need of a shave Stepped Abdul-a-bul-bul-Amir. Would you speak to me Ivan says Abdul quite low "I would replied Ivan quite clear, that qurrel we had Was all to the bad, friend Abdul-a-bul-bul-Amir." OhOh, friend, thou art blameless" said Ivan Skovar The fault lies in my hands alone," But Abdul said "Nay, it was never that way The fault was no ones but my own." "Do you call me a liar?" said Ivan Skovar "Step forth and I'll slice off thine ear." "Why you son of a cat, you'll never do that Said Abdul-a-bul-bul-Amir So, once more they battled and fought as before The multitudes came from afar These lords of no fear, thses bold buccaneers A Turk and a Russian Tzar. And just at that moment each sword found its mark I heard a blood curdling scream And to my surprise, I opened my eyes And found it was only a dream.