Locked inside the showcase of an old tobacco shop,
Lay a pack of Turkish cigarettes.
Printed was a picture of a Turk upon the top
Of this pack of Turkish cigarettes.
Near him an Egyptian maid was on another cover,
From the time his eyes met hers
He couldn't help but love her.
With an ardor so intense it quite defied description,
He was making "goo-goo" glances
At this fair Egyptian. Oh
Daughter of the Nile, Oh! maid divine,
On me bestow a smile lest I repine,
And then the future will be so rosy.
And life will ever be quite serene
If you'll be mine,
My Egyptian Queen.
Cool and chilly was the look she gave this love-sick swain,
On the pack of Turkish cigarettes,
Till one day a trav'ler rushing for a railroad train
Bought this pack of Turkish cigarettes,
Taken from the showcase by the mercenary dealer,
He threw a frapped look at her
That threatened to to congeal her,
The trav'ler took the cigarettes but left behind the cover,
The Turk gazed through the showcase at his loved one from above her, Oh