Oh, sweet Dardanella
I love your harem eyes
I´m a lucky fellow to capture such a prize
Oh, Allah knows my love for you
And he tells you to be true, Dardanella

Oh, hear my sigh, my Oriental
Oh, sweet Dardanella, prepare the wedding wine
There´ll be one girl in my harem when you´re mine
We´ll build a tent
Just like the children of the Orient

Oh, sweet Dardanella
My star of love divine
Down beside the Dardanella Bay
Where Oriental breezes play
There lives a lonesome maid Armenian
By the Dardanelles with glowing eyes
She looks across the seas and sighs
And weaves her love spell so sirenian
Soon I shall return to Turkestan
I will ask for her heart and hand

Oh, sweet Dardanella

I love your harem eyes
I´m a lucky fellow to capture such a prize
Oh, Allah knows my love for you
And he tells you to be true, Dardanella
Oh, hear my sigh, my Oriental
Oh, sweet Dardanella, prepare the wedding wine
There´ll be one girl in my harem when you´re mine
We´ll build a tent
Just like the children of the Orient