It's O to be a slave,
Along with the barbarous Turk,
Where women have never a soul to save,
And only a body for—work!
Turk, Turk, Turk!
Till the brain begins to swim.
Turk, Turk, Turk,
Till the audience is eager and grim.
Rape, and outrage, and murder,
And outrage, murder, and rape,