'Taint the Shah-in-Shah at all—you're a long way out!"—
"Go on!"—he'll say,—"ain't it Nass'r?"
Chorus.—No, it's Ab-dur-rahman, &c.
So I'll dress the part as near as can be,
Please John B.—don't you see!
My close-fitting lambswool and silver filagree,
Empress V.—might find "free."
Should the tribesmen twig this peculiar rig
They'd think their Ameer had turned Infidel Pig.
What a toff!—Well, I'll say—I'm here—to see the Empress!—