This Ameer wants to see no Muscovite.
Not at all!—not a bit!—
'Tain't for him at all the Afghan crown is meant!"
"Go on!"—say they,—"Who is it?"
Chorus.
"Why, it's Ab-dur-rahman, son of Afzul, son of Dost
Mohammed, means to rule the fierce Afghan!
Don't you know me?—Go on!—Well, you will, my good man,
For I'm Ab-dur-rahman the dandy Afghan Khan!"
Now a man like me is a terror to the tribes,