| Listen while you read!
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| Songwriters: Felix Bernard, J Black, Fred Fisher
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| Oh, sweet Dardanella
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| I love your harem eyes
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| I’m a lucky fellow to capture such a prize
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| Oh, Allah knows my love for you
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| And he tells you to be true, Dardanella
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| Oh, hear my sigh, my oriental
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| Oh, sweet Dardanella, prepare the wedding wine
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| There’ll be one girl in my harem, when you’re mine
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| We’ll build a tent
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| Just like the children of the orient
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| Oh, sweet Dardanella
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| My star of love divine
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| Down beside the Dardanella Bay
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| Where oriental breezes play
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| There lives a lonesome maid Armenian
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| By the Dardanelle’s with glowing eyes
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| She looks across the seas and sighs
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| And weaves her love spell so sirenian
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| Soon I shall return to Turkestan
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| I will ask for her heart and hand
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| Oh, sweet Dardanella
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| I love your harem eyes
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| I’m a lucky fellow to capture such a prize
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| Oh, Allah knows my love for you
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| And he tells you to be true, Dardanella
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| Oh, hear my sigh, my oriental
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| Oh, sweet Dardanella, prepare the wedding wine
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| There’ll be one girl in my harem, when you’re mine
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| We’ll build a tent
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| Just like the children of the orient |