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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":2558202,"song":"Abdul The Bulbul Amir","artist":"Misc Traditional","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11514660-abdul-the-bulbul-amir-chords-by-misc-traditional/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2558202?type=chord","rating":4.87968,"votes":4,"content":"[Verse 1]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThe sons of the prophet were brave men and bold[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd quite unaccustomed to fear,[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G7[/ch]                                 [ch]C[/ch]\r\nBut the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWas Abdul, the Bulbul Amir.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[tab]          [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWhen they needed a man to encourage the van,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]F[/ch]                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOr to harass a foe from the rear,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]G7[/ch]                                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nStorm fort or redoubt, they had only to shout[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nFor Abdul, the Bulbul Amir.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G7[/ch]                    [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThis son of the desert in battle aroused,[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F[/ch]                      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nCould split twenty men on his spear.[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G7[/ch]                         [ch]C[/ch]\r\nA terrible creature, sober or soused,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWas Abdul, the Bulbul Amir.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G7[/ch]                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nNow the heroes were plenty and well known to fame[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]                          [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWho fought in the ranks of the Czar;[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G7[/ch]                                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nBut the bravest of these was a man by the name[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G7[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOf Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 5]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G7[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nHe could imitate Irving, play poker and pool,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]                       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd strum on the Spanish guitar;[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G7[/ch]                                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIn fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]              [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWas Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 6]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                        [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThe ladies all loved him, his rivals were few;[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]F[/ch]                        [ch]C[/ch]\r\nHe could drink them all under the bar.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                                  [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAs gallant or tank, there was no one to rank[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWith Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 7]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                        [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOne day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]                         [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd donned his most truculent sneer;[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                                  [ch]C[/ch]\r\nDowntown he did go, where he trod on the toe[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOf Abdul, the Bulbul Amir.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 8]\r\n[tab]       [ch]G7[/ch]                           [ch]C[/ch]\r\n\"Young man,\" said Bulbul, \"has your life grown so dull[/tab]\r\n[tab]            [ch]F[/ch]                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThat you're anxious to end your career ?[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]G7[/ch]                               [ch]C[/ch]\r\nVile infidel, know you have trod on the toe[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOf Abdul, the Bulbul Amir.\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 9]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                      [ch]C[/ch]\r\n\"So take your last look at sunshine and brook,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]                        [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd send your regrets to the Czar,[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G7[/ch]                              [ch]C[/ch]\r\nBy which I imply, you are going to die,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]              [ch]C[/ch]\r\nMr. Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 10]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G7[/ch]                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nSaid Ivan, \"My friend, your remarks in the end[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F[/ch]                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWill avail you but little, I fear;[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G7[/ch]                                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nFor you ne'er will survive to repeat them alive,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nMr. Abdul, the Bulbul Amir.\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 11]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G7[/ch]                          [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThen that bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk,[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F[/ch]               [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWith a cry of \"Allah Akbar.\"[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G7[/ch]                                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd with murderous intent, he ferociously went[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nFor Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 12]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G7[/ch]                                       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThey parried and thrust, they sidestepped and cussed,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]                         [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOf blood they spilled a great part;[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThe philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes,[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nSay that hash was first made on that spot.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 13]\r\n[tab]      [ch]G7[/ch]                               [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThey fought all that night, 'neath the pale yellow moon[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]                       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThe din, it was heard from afar,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd huge multitudes came, so great was the fame,[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G7[/ch]               [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOf Abdul and Ivan Skivar.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 14]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAs Abdul's long knife was extracting the life,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIn fact he had shouted \"Huzzah\"[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G7[/ch]                             [ch]C[/ch]\r\nHe felt himself struck by that wily Calmuck[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nCount Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 15]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G7[/ch]                      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThe sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly,[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]F[/ch]                      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nExpecting the victor to cheer,[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G7[/ch]                                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nBut he only drew nigh just to hear the last sigh[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOf Abdul, the Bulbul Amir.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 16]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G7[/ch]                      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nCzar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue,[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]F[/ch]                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nRode up in his new crested car;[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G7[/ch]                                      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nHe arrived just in time to exchange a last line[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]G7[/ch]               [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWith Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 17]\r\n[tab]          [ch]G7[/ch]                      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThere's a tomb rises up where the Blue Danube rolls,[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]F[/ch]                          [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd 'graved there in characters clear[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G7[/ch]                                    [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAre, \"Stranger, when passing, oh pray for the soul[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOf Abdul, the Bulbul Amir.\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 18]\r\n[tab]  [ch]G7[/ch]                              [ch]C[/ch]\r\nA Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]F[/ch]                       [ch]C[/ch]\r\n'Neath the light of the pale polar star,[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G7[/ch]                                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd the name that she murmurs so oft as she weeps,[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIs Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.[/tab]","plain_text":"[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 4]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 5]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 6]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 7]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 8]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 9]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 10]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 11]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 12]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 13]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 14]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 15]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 16]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 17]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 18]","chords":["G7","C","F","A"],"chord_diagrams":{"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]},"G7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[3,2,0,0,0,1],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,1]}}}