Rex Alwyn
Leon Jack
W. Paxton & Co., London
In Old Stamboul

Here I watch 'neath the palm trees' shade,
When the last gleams of daylight fade,
And stars come out above
To greet the one I love,
My little eastern maid.

My Rose of old Stamboul,
You've enslaved me with your charms,
And fate could not be so cruel
As to keep me from your arms,
But if I win or lose,
Never will my passion cool;
True as the stars I'll be
To my Rose of old Stamboul.

In your dreams do you ever see
Happiness in the days to be,
With me beside you there,
'Neath eastern skies so fair,
In love's sweet ecstasy.