Dardanella

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 Dardanelles 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. --- Dardanella - Louis Armstrong and Louis Armstrong & His All-Stars