He wears a tussar shirt.
O train, move slowly
You carry a passenger bound for Basra
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Better you enter my name amongst the widows
You who is off to Basra
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May the battle in Basra come to an end
The one who is destined to be a widow
may yet be wed
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Hearing the news of the war
The trees caught fire
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Without you I feel lonely here.
Come and take me along to Basra.
I will spin for you the whole night
