Dardanella : song / words by Fred Fisher music by Felix Bernard & Johnny S. Black
| Title | Dardanella : song / words by Fred Fisher music by Felix Bernard & Johnny S. Black |
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| Subject | Names, Geographical -- Songs and music |
| Names, Personal -- Songs and music | |
| Popular music -- 1911-1920 | |
| Dardanelles Strait (Turkey) -- Songs and music | |
| Description | For voice and piano |
| Caption title | |
| Cover design of reclining woman by DeTakacs | |
| Back cover: musical excerpt of "Buddha" on copy 1 excerpt of "Daddy, You've Been a Mother to Me" on copy 2 | |
| Creator | Bernard, Felix, 1897-1944 |
| Publisher | New York : McCarthy & Fisher Inc. |
| Date | 1919 |
| Contributor | Black, Johnny S |
| Fisher, Fred, 1875-1942. Lyricist. | |
| De Takacs, André C | |
| Rights |
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| Format | Sheet music |
| Published works | |
| image/jpeg | |
| Type | Image |
| Text | |
| Identifier | SMC 01496b |
| https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/34010 | |
| Alternative Title | First line of text: Down beside the Dardanella Bay where Oriental breezes play |
| First line of chorus: Oh sweet Dardanella I love your harem eyes | |
| Is Part Of | Sheet Music Collection, Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives, University Libraries, Bowling Green State University |
| References | https://maurice.bgsu.edu:443/record=b2351578~S9 |
VERSE 01: 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:VERSE 02: When the Turkish Sultan saw her eyes,/Oh he was taken by surprise,/He said I’ll buy her for my Harem./I just told the Sultan to be nice,/She can’t be bought for any price,/She said to me she couldn’t bear him./So beneath the Oriental moon,/I’ll be wooing my love real soon:CHORUS: 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. | |
| Original Format | 1 score (5 pages) 31 cm |
