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--