UNDER THE ORIENTAL MOON
Out from the great celestial dome
Diamonds were winking far and near.
Down on an oriental home
Where dwelt a Molsom’s [sic, for “Moslom”?] dear.
Silent as the Bosphorus was flowing
‘Neath her roof of tile he nightly stole,
Then rang a love-song sweet and clear
From his impassioned soul–
Under the dreamy oriental moon,
Come out my love and spoon,
I’m waiting here, for you to cheer me,
You’ll be as welcome as a rose in June,
My darling, under the oriental moon.
Sweet was the music to her ear,
But it was not for long to be.
For soon the harum [sic] held his dear.
Safe in captivity,
There within the Sultan’s gorgeous prison,
E’vry night while gazing at the stars
She hummed her sweethea[r]t’s melody
Out through the iron bars–