| Listen while you read! |
| 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 |