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American Ballads and Folk Songs
But the Russian gave back not a step at th' attack,
For Ivan had never known fear. And with quickly aimed gun, put a stop to the fun,
Of Abdullah Boul Boul Ameer.
Yet the whistling chabook did like lightning descend,
And caught Ivan right over the ear. But the bayonet of Ivan pressed right through the heart
Of Abdullah Boul Boul Ameer.
The Russian commander spurred thither in haste,
To seek for his favorite Hussar. Lo, pierced through the snoot from the fatal chabook,
Lay Ivan Petrofsky Skevar.
The Sultan rode up the disturbance to quell,
Or to give to the victor a cheer, But he arrived just in time to take hasty farewell
Of Abdullah Boul Boul Ameer.
Then Gotchikoff, Skabeloff, Menchikoff too,
Drove up in the Emperor's car, But only in time to bid rapid adieu To Ivan Petrofsky Skevar.
There lieth a stone where the Danube doth roll,
And on it in characters clear Is, "Stranger, remember to pray for the soul
Of Abdullah Boul Boul Ameer."
The Muscovite maiden her sad vigil keeps In her home by the cold Northern star,
And the name that she murmurs so oft in her sleep Is Ivan Petrofsky Skevar.
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