Chords for 12-string Guitar: Abdul Abulbul Amir

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[F]
[C] The [F]
[C]
sons of the Prophet [G] were hardy and bold and quite [Bb] unaccustomed [F] to [Bb] fear.
[F] [C] But the bravest of these [G] was a man, I am told, [Gm] named Abdul [F] Abulbul Hamir.
[Gm] This son of the desert, [F] in battle aroused, could spit [Bb] twenty men on [F] his spear.
[Gm] A terrible creature, [F] both sober and [C] salve, was Abdul Abulbul [F] Hamir.
[C]
When they needed a [Dm] man to [F] encourage the van or to harass [Bb] the foe from [F] the rear,
[C] or to storm a rebout, [G] they had only [F] to shout [Gm] for Abdul Abulbul [F] Hamir.
There [Gm]
[F] [C]
are heroes aplenty [F] and men known to fame in the troops [Bb] that were led by [F] the Tsar.
[Gm] But the bravest of these was [F] a man by the name [D] of Ivan Skvitsky [F] Skibar.
[Gm] He could imitate Irving, [F]
play yugur and proul and perform [Bb] on the Spanish guitar.
[F]
[D] In fact, quite the cream of [F] the Muscovite team [Gm]
was Ivan [F] Skvitsky Skibar.
[C]
The ladies all loved him, [F] his rivals were few, he could drink [Bb] them all under [F] the bar.
[D] As gallant or tank, there [F] was no one to rank [Gm] with Ivan [F] Skvitsky Skibar.
[C]
[F]
[C] One day his poor Russian [F] had shouldered his gun and donned [Bb] his most truculent [F] smear.
[Gm]
Downtown he did go, where [F] he trod on the toe [Gm] of Abdul [F] Abulbul Hamir.
[D] Young man, good Bulbul, has [F] life grown so dull that you're [Bb] anxious to end [F] your career.
[Gm] While in Fidel, no, you [F] have trod on the [Gm] toe of Abdul [Bb]
Abulbul [F] Hamir.
So [Gm] take your last look at [F] the sunshine and brook and send [Bb] your regrets to [F] the Tsar.
[Gm] By this I imply you [F] are going to die, [C] Mr.
Ivan [F] Skvitsky Skibar.
[D]
[F]
[C] Quoth Ivan, my friend, [F] your remarks in the end will avail [Bb] you but little, [F] I fear.
[Gm] For you here will survive [F] to repeat that malign [D] Mr.
Abdul Abulbul [F] Hamir.
[Gm] Then this bold Marmaluke drew [F] his trusty shabook with a [Bb] cry of valour [F] and bar.
And [Gm] with murderous intent he [F] ferociously went [C] for Ivan [F] Skvitsky Skibar.
[Gm] Then they parried and thrust and [F] they sidestepped and cussed till the blood [Bb] would have filled a [F] great pot.
[C] And the lolligist blokes, [F] who seldom crack jokes, [Gm] say that hash was first made on [F] this spot.
[Gm]
[F] [D] They fought all that night near [F] the pale yellow moon and the dim [Bb] light was heard from [F] afar.
[Gm] And great multitudes came and [F] so great was the [D] fame of Abdul and Ivan [F] Skibar.
[C] As Abdul's long knife was [F] extracting the life, in fact [Bb] he was shouting,
[F] Huzzar!
[Gm] He felt himself struck by [F] that whiny kalmuk, [D] Count Ivan Skvitsky [F] Skibar.
[Gm]
[F] [D]
The Sultan drove by in [F] his red-breasted fly, [Bb] expecting the victor [F] to cheer.
But [Gm] he only drew nigh [G] to hear the last [D] sigh of Abdul Abulbul [F] Hamir.
[D]
Tsar Petrovich too, in [F] his spectacles blue, rode up [Bb] in his new [F] crested car.
[Gm] He arrived just in time to [F] exchange a last line [D] with Ivan Skvitsky [F] Skibar.
[G]
[F]
[D] A loud-sounding splash [Bb] from the Danube [F] was heard, [Bb] resounding all meadows [F] afar.
[D] It came from the sack [F] fitting close to the back [D] of Ivan Skvitsky [F] Skibar.
[D] As the tune rises up, [F] where the blue Danube flows, engraved [Bb] therein, characters [F] clear.
[D] A stranger went passing, [F] please pray for the soul [Gm] of Abdul Abulbul [F] Hamir.
[D] A musk of white pain [F] her long vigil keeps, neath the white [Bb] of the pale [F] polar star.
[D] And the name that she [G] murmurs as oft as [F] she weeps [D] is Ivan Skvitsky [F] Skibar.
[Bb]
[F]
[N]
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F
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Gm
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_ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [C] _ The [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _
sons of the Prophet [G] were _ hardy and bold and quite [Bb] _ unaccustomed [F] to [Bb] fear.
_ [F] _ [C] But the bravest of these [G] was a man, I am told, [Gm] named _ Abdul [F] Abulbul Hamir.
_ _ _ [Gm] This son of the desert, [F] in battle _ aroused, could spit [Bb] twenty men on [F] his spear.
_ _ [Gm] A terrible creature, _ [F] both sober and [C] salve, was Abdul _ Abulbul [F] Hamir.
_ _ _ [C]
When they needed a [Dm] man to [F] encourage the van or to harass [Bb] the foe from [F] the rear, _ _ _
[C] or to storm a rebout, [G] they had only [F] to shout [Gm] for Abdul _ Abulbul [F] _ Hamir.
_ There _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [C]
are heroes aplenty [F] and men known to fame in the troops [Bb] that were led by [F] the _ Tsar. _
[Gm] But the bravest of these was [F] a man by the name [D] of Ivan _ Skvitsky [F] _ Skibar. _ _
[Gm] He could imitate Irving, [F]
play yugur and proul and perform [Bb] on the Spanish guitar.
_ _ [F] _ _
[D] In fact, quite the cream of [F] the Muscovite team [Gm]
was Ivan _ [F] Skvitsky _ Skibar.
_ _ [C]
The ladies all loved him, [F] his rivals were few, he could drink [Bb] them all under [F] the _ bar.
_ [D] As gallant or tank, there [F] was no one to rank [Gm] with Ivan _ _ [F] Skvitsky _ Skibar.
_ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [C] One day his poor Russian [F] had _ shouldered his gun and donned [Bb] his most truculent [F] smear.
_ _ _ [Gm]
Downtown he did go, where [F] he trod on the toe [Gm] of Abdul _ _ [F] Abulbul Hamir. _ _
[D] Young man, good Bulbul, has [F] life grown so dull that you're [Bb] anxious to end [F] your career. _ _ _
[Gm] While in Fidel, no, you [F] have trod on the [Gm] toe of Abdul _ [Bb]
Abulbul [F] Hamir. _ _
So [Gm] take your last look at [F] the sunshine and brook and send [Bb] your regrets to [F] the Tsar. _ _
[Gm] By this I imply you [F] are going to die, [C] Mr.
Ivan _ [F] Skvitsky Skibar. _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[C] Quoth Ivan, my friend, [F] your remarks in the end will avail [Bb] you but little, [F] I fear. _
[Gm] For you here will _ survive [F] to repeat that malign [D] Mr.
Abdul Abulbul [F] Hamir. _ _ _
[Gm] Then this bold Marmaluke drew [F] his trusty shabook with a [Bb] cry of valour [F] and bar.
_ And [Gm] with murderous intent he [F] _ _ ferociously went [C] for Ivan _ [F] Skvitsky _ Skibar. _ _
[Gm] Then they parried and thrust and [F] they sidestepped and cussed till the blood [Bb] would have filled a [F] great pot. _ _ _
[C] And the lolligist blokes, [F] who seldom crack jokes, [Gm] say that hash was first made on [F] this spot. _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [D] They fought all that night near [F] the pale yellow moon and the dim [Bb] light was heard from [F] _ afar. _ _
[Gm] And great multitudes came and [F] so great was the [D] fame of Abdul and Ivan [F] _ Skibar. _ _
[C] As Abdul's long knife was [F] extracting the life, in fact [Bb] he was shouting, _
[F] Huzzar!
_ _ [Gm] He felt himself struck by [F] that whiny _ kalmuk, [D] Count Ivan _ Skvitsky [F] _ Skibar. _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [D]
The Sultan drove by in [F] his red-breasted fly, _ _ [Bb] expecting the victor [F] to cheer.
_ But [Gm] he only drew nigh [G] to hear the last [D] sigh of Abdul _ Abulbul [F] _ _ Hamir.
_ [D]
Tsar Petrovich too, in [F] his spectacles blue, rode up [Bb] in his new [F] crested car. _ _
[Gm] He arrived just in time to [F] exchange a last line [D] with Ivan _ Skvitsky [F] Skibar. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _
[D] A loud-sounding splash [Bb] from the Danube [F] was heard, _ [Bb] resounding all meadows [F] afar. _ _ _
[D] It came from the sack [F] fitting close to the back [D] of Ivan _ Skvitsky [F] _ _ Skibar. _
[D] As the tune rises up, [F] where the blue Danube flows, engraved [Bb] therein, characters [F] clear. _ _ _
[D] A stranger went passing, [F] please pray for the soul [Gm] of Abdul _ Abulbul [F] _ _ Hamir. _
[D] A musk of white pain [F] her long vigil keeps, neath the white [Bb] of the pale [F] polar _ star. _
[D] And the name that she _ [G] murmurs as oft as [F] she weeps [D] is Ivan _ _ Skvitsky [F] Skibar. _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _

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