Arab Kitsch

I have met the girlies of most ev'ry land,
In my travels east and west;
But I met a girlie down in Hindustan,
Sweeter far than all the rest,
I met her down in Bom-Bom Bay
And that's the reason why I say:

CHORUS:
Bombay Belle, I love you more than any word can tell,
Bombay Belle, I can't forget the day I said "farewell,"
Soon, in June, we'll have an oriental honeymoon,
Wait for me, I'm coming back to you, my Bombay Belle.

Soon I am returning, pretty Hindoo maid,
To the land where I met you;
Far away I'm yearning, pretty Hindoo maid,
For the happy hours I knew,
I'm coming back to Bom-Bombay,
Where you stole my heart away: