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Along the narrow Moorish street / A blue-eyed soldier strode. / (Ah, well-a-day) / Veiled from her lashes to her feet / She stepped from her abode, / (Ah, lack-a-day).
Now love may guard a favoured wife / Who leaves the harem door; / (Ah, well-a-day) / But hungry hearted is her life / When she is one of four. / (Ah, lack-a-day.)
If black eyes glow with sudden fire / And meet warm eyes of blue- / (Ah, well-a-day). / The old, old story of desire / Repeats itself anew. / (Ah, lack-a-day.)
When bugles blow the soldier flies- / Though bitter tears may fall / (Ah, lack-a-day). / _A Moorish child with blue_, _blue eyes_ / _Plays in the harem hall_. / (Ah, well-a-day.)