Dardanella

Down beside the Dardanella Bay

Where oriental breezes play

There lives a lonesome maid Armenian

By the Dardanelles with gleaming eyes

She looks across the seas and sighs

And weaves her love spell so sirenian

Soon I 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

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