Arrah Arabia

An Irish-Arabian song from 1908
words by Edward Madden
music by Dorothy Jardon


The sheet music:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

  1. On Coney Isle
    Where balmy breezes blow
    There lived an Irish dame
    She won a smile
    Down in a ten-cent show
    She wiggled into fame
    They called her “Arabia”
    And talked of her dancing
    She looked entrancing
    Dark eyes a-glancing
    Pat McCann, an Irishman
    Who caught her a-prancing
    Says, “Faith, I know that smile”
    She never saw the Nile
    She came from Erin’s Isle

Chorus
Arrah! Arabia, Arrah gowan
You’re no Hindoo baby
With that old lace curtain on
You can smoke your Turkish Trophy
But your name is Maggie Brophy
Faith, you look as if you’d bite us
When you dance the gay St. Vitus
Arrah gowan, Arabia

  1. Next night McCann
    Went down to see the maid
    With bagpipes and cobeen
    When she began
    With all his might he played
    The “Wearin’ of the Green”
    She got twisted, he insisted
    Bagpipes a-squealing
    They started spieling
    Jig-dance and reeling
    Bombashays and U. S. A’s
    Says Patrick with feeling
    “They suit the heathen Turks”
    I’ve spoiled Arabia’s works