Traditional & Folk Songs with lyrics, midis & Mp3
In ancient days there lived a Turk,
A horrid beast within the East,
He did the prophet's holy work,
As Baba of Jerusalem.
He had a daughter sweet and fair,
Complexion clear with dark blue hair,
Not a daughter like the Turk
Except her name, Kafoozelum.
Hi ho Kafoozelum
Fairest of Jerusalem
Hi ho Kafoozelum
Daughter of the Baba.
A youth resided near to she,
His name was Sam, a perfect lamb.
He came of Ancient pedigree,
Descended of Methusalum
He has a trade and prospered well
In skins of cats and ancient hats
And ringing of the Baba's bell;
He saw and loved Kafoozelum,
If Sam had been a Mussulman,
He might've sold the Baba old,
And with a verse of Al Koran
Have managed to bamboozle him;
But he was forced to lie and scheme,
And one night late he climbed the gate
To steal into the Turks hareem,
And carry off Kafoozelum.
The Baba had laid down to smoke,
His slaves rushed in with fearful din,
"Marsh Allah dogs your house have broke
Come my lord and toozle them"
The Baba murmured suftly, "Mice?"
He climbed the stair and witnessed there,
A gentleman behatted thrice
A-sitting with Kafoozelum.
The pious Baba said no more,
Than twenty prayers and went upstairs;
He took a bowstring from his drawer,
Returning to Kafoozelum.
The maiden and the youth he took
Choked them both and nothing loath
He threw the two inside the brook
Of Kedron near Jerusalem.
And still the ancient legend goes,
When day is gone from Lebanon,
When the eastern moonlight throws
A shadow on Jerusalem...
Between the wailing of the cats,
A sound there falls from ruined Walls.
A ghost is seen in three old hats
Kissing his Kafoozelum.
Copyright 1961 by Hollis Music, Inc. New York, N.Y.
(This is what happens when you clean up a good bawdy song. DS)