Dardanella (12-24-49) - Willie Smith

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Songwriters: Felix Bernard, J Black, Fred Fisher

Oh, sweet Dardanella

I love your harem eyes

I’m a lucky fellow to capture such a prize

Oh, Allah knows my love for you

And he tells you to be true, Dardanella

Oh, hear my sigh, my oriental

Oh, sweet Dardanella, prepare the wedding wine

There’ll be one girl in my harem, when you’re mine

We’ll build a tent

Just like the children of the orient

Oh, sweet Dardanella

My star of love divine

Down beside the Dardanella Bay

Where oriental breezes play

There lives a lonesome maid Armenian

By the Dardanelle’s with glowing eyes

She looks across the seas and sighs

And weaves her love spell so sirenian

Soon I shall return to Turkestan

I will ask for her heart and hand

Oh, sweet Dardanella

I love your harem eyes

I’m a lucky fellow to capture such a prize

Oh, Allah knows my love for you

And he tells you to be true, Dardanella

Oh, hear my sigh, my oriental

Oh, sweet Dardanella, prepare the wedding wine

There’ll be one girl in my harem, when you’re mine

We’ll build a tent

Just like the children of the orient