Along The Narrow Moorish Street A Blue-Eyed Soldier Strode. (Ah, Well-A-Day) Veiled From Her Lashes To Her Feet She Stepped From Her Abode, (Ah, Lack-A-Day). Now Love May Guard A Favoured Wife Who Leaves The Harem Door; (Ah, Well-A-Day) But Hungry Hearted Is Her Life When She Is One Of Four. (Ah, Lack-A-Day.) If Black Eyes Glow With Sudden Fire And Meet Warm Eyes Of Blue - (Ah, Well-A-Day). The Old, Old Story Of Desire Repeats Itself Anew. (Ah, Lack-A-Day.) When Bugles Blow The Soldier Flies - Though Bitter Tears May Fall (Ah, Lack-A-Day). A Moorish Child With Blue, Blue Eyes Plays In The Harem Hall. (Ah, Well-A-Day.)