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