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American Ballads and Folk Songs
He could imitate Irving, tell fortunes by cards,
And play on the Spanish guitar. In fact quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Petrofsky Skevar.
The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few, He could drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank there was no one to rank With Ivan Petrofsky Skevar.
One day that bold Russian he shouldered his gun,
And with his most cynical sneer Was going down town, when he came right upon
Brave Abdullah Boul Boul Ameer.
"Young man," said Boul Boul, "is existence so dull, That you hanker to end your career?
For, infidel, know, you have trod on the toe Of Abdullah Boul Boul Ameer.
"So take your last look upon sky, sea, brook,
And send your regrets to the Czar, For by this I imply that you're going to die,
Oh, you Ivan Petrofsky Skevar."
"But your murderous threats are to me but a joke, For my pleasure and pastime is war,
And I'll tread on your toes whene'er I may choose," Quoth Ivan Petrofsky Skevar.
Then that brave Mameluke drew his trusty chabook,
Crying "Allah il Allah Akbar," And with murder intent, he ferociously went
At Ivan Petrofsky Skevar.
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