Zuleika
Zuleika was fair to see
A fair Persian maiden was she
She lived in Baghdad, where all men are bad,
But none were so bad as she.
She lived in Baghdad, where all men are ba-ad,
But none were so bad as she.
Her husband was very old,
With millions in silver and gold
He kept her locked in, away from all sin
For Persians are very bold.
He kept her locked in, away from all si-in
For Persians are very bold.
On her head she wore a turban
Which came from the looms of Iran
Where no one could see, she kept a small key
Which she threw out again and again.
Where no one could see, she kept a small ke-ey
Which she threw out again and again.
The first time she threw the key out
It fell by the old waterspout
She sighed and she cried, as the door opened wide
And in walked her lover, Mahout.
She sighed and she cried, as the door opened wi-ide
And in walked her lover, Mahout.
The next time she threw out the key
It fell by the old banyon tree
She sighed and she cried, as the door opened wide
And in walked her lover, Ali.
She sighed and she cried, as the door opened wi-ide
And in walked her lover, Ali.
She threw the key out once again
Expecting her love, Suleiman
She sighed and she cried, and she virtually died,
As in walked a whole caravan.
She sighed and she cried, and she virtually di-ied
As in walked a whole caravan.
The leader then bowed his head low
And waited her wishes to know
"The most of you stay," Zuleika did say,
"But the children and camels must go."
"The most of you stay," Zuleika did say-ay,
"But the children and camels must go."
Zuleika was fair to see
A fair Persian maiden was she
She lived in Baghdad, where all men are bad,
But none were so bad as she.
She lived in Baghdad, where all men are ba-ad,
But none were so bad as she.