Grandson of Abdul Abulbul Amir

American singer Frank Crumit loved singing Abdul Abdulbul Amir for music hall audiences in the 1930s.

Sequels of Abdul Abulbul Amir
Abdul Abulbul Amir – original
Return of Abdul Abulbul Amir
Minnie Skavinsky Skavar

Crumit was also a talented songwriter and produced three sequels to the original Abdul, which was written by Percy French in 1877. Crumit’s sequels were The Return of Abdul Abulbul Amir, The Grandson Of Abdul Abulbul Amir, and Minnie Skavinsky Skavar.

Abdul’s grandson fights his dual on a golf course

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In the Grandson of Abdul Abulbul Amir, the grandsons of the two famous dualists don’t fight with swords and knives. Instead, they take the absurdity to yet another level by trying to settle their differences with a game of golf.

Like their famous ancestors, however, they manage to cancel each other out.

Bobby Jones and Frank Howmet, who are mentioned in the song, were two of the world’s best golfers in the 1930s.

The Grandson of Abdul Abulbul Amir Lyrics and Chords

[chordsandlyrics][C]On [G]the links by the Bosporus [C]near ancient Istan[C7]bul,

O’er [F]the fairways with nothing to [C]fear,

Went the [G]greatest of those with a [C]driver-like [F]nose –

Mr [C]Abdul A[G]bulbul A[C]mir.

One day in the clubhouse there came a strange man

From a land that was distant and far,

And his visiting card bore the name of this bard –

Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.


Said the Count to Abdul, “Our grandfathers fought

At that war,” and his face bore a sneer.

“Well I don’t know the cause, but my grandfather whipped yours.”

Said Abdul Abulbul Amir.


“Oh you think you’re a golfer, Mr Abdul Amir?

You think you’re a promising star?

Well if you play at this sport like your grandfather fought,

Lord help you,” said Ivan Skavar.


“Oh you’re no Bobby Jones or Frankie Howmet –

Why you hold your iron like a spear.

You’re a count, without doubt, but count yourself out,

In golfing,” said Abdul Amir.


They were matched now, you know, for an eighteen-hole go

The prize was a brass samovar.

As they strode to the tee, they were wondrous to see,

Mr Abdul and Ivan Skavar.


They were evenly matched – you could tell by their shots

They made the first ten holes in par.

He lived up to his name in this breath-taking game

Did Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

On the fifteenth hole Ivan a bunker he struck

He was stroking his way to the clear

“How may strokes did you take; were you killing a snake?”

Yelled Abdul Abulbul Amir.


Ivan turned each hip, then felt something slip

“My braces have parted, I fear.”

To the sand-trap he flew, while they took in the view

Even Abdul Abulbul Amir.

And so much did he laugh, that he doubled in half;

In doubling himself, poor Amir

Collapsed and alack, he sprained his poor back

Did Abdul Abulbul Amir.

Oh the boys never ended their classical match

For neither could finish their score.

Though they ended the game, we can’t tell you his name

But the referee called it a draw.

Oh the bunkers that lie on the fairways at night

Do call to all who can hear

And this old family feud shall oft be renewed

By the grandson of Abdul Amir.

Sequels of Abdul Abulbul Amir
Abdul Abulbul Amir – original
Return of Abdul Abulbul Amir
Grandson of Abdul Abulbul Amir
Minnie Skavinsky Skavar