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While trav'ling through Turkey, in my dreams I chanced to stray
Right into a harem and it seems they let me stay
I spoke to the Sultan's fav'rite wife before I fled
I asked her how she liked harem life, here's what she said:
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"Living in a harem, what a life,
Ne'er a thought of care or strife.
Waiting on the Sultan, night and day,
Ever ready to obey.
He keeps me dancing morning, noon and night,
Dancing fills 'im with delight,
I am black and blue from the dance I do,
But, outside of that, ev'ry little things all right."
I wanted to know how many wives the Sultan had.
She answered each day a wife arrives fresh from Bagdad.
How did he continue on that plan so many years,
She answered, "He's just a poor old man with young ideas."