You're one of Uncle Sammy's boys.
You have no use for any noise.
You've won every Yankee heart from coast to coast.
Braver than a
gladiator,
You're the world's great mediator.
Of you this whole
United States can boast.
We'll trust you in any kind of fuss.
We're glad that you belong to us.
Chorus We take our hats off
to you Mr. Wilson
Our hats are off to you.
You're the man of the
hour.
You've stood like a tower.
You know what to do for the red,
white, and blue.
You're the right kind of man in the right kind
of place.
Like Washington and Lincoln you set a pace.
They know
at home and abroad,
Your pen is greater than the sword,
We take
our hats off to you.
Your Uncle Sammy's mighty proud.
He's proud he picked you from the crowd.
He knew that you would
show the world your worth.
You've brought peace to every nation.
Even through all tribulation
And made our land the greatest land
on earth.
You've put up a standard for the world.
The flag of
peace you have unfurled.
Ten million soldiers to the war have gone
Who may never return again;
Ten million mothers' hearts must break
For the ones who died in vain.
Head bowed down in sorrow,
In her lonely years,
I heard a mother murmur through her tears:
Chorus
"I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier
I brought him up to be my pride and joy;
Who dares to place a musket on his shoulder
To shoot some other mother's darling boy?
Let nations arbitrate their future troubles,
It's time to lay the sword and gun away;
There'd be no war today,
If mothers all would say,
'I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier.' "
2nd verse
What victory can cheer a mother's heart
When she looks at her blighted home?
What victory can bring her back
All she cared to call her own?
Let each mother answer
In the years to be,
"Remember that my boy belongs to me!"
Nights are growing very lonely.
Days are very long;
I'm a'growing
weary only,
List'ning for your song;
Old remembrances are
thronging
Through my memory,
Till it seems the world is full of
dreams
Just to call you back to me:
Chorus
There's long, long
trail a-winding,
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the
nightingales are singing,
And the white moon beams;
There's a
long, long night of waiting,
Until my dreams all come true,
Till
the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.
2nd Verse All night long I
hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low,
Seem to hear your
footsteps falling,
Ev'rywhere I go.
Though the road between us
stretches
Many a weary mile.
I forget that you're not near me
yet,
When I think I see you smile:
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes;
She is watching and longing and waiting
Where the long white
roadway lies.
And a song stirs in the silence,
As the wind in
the boughs above;
She listens and starts and trembles,
'Tis the
first little song of love:
Chorus
Roses are shining in
Picardy
In the hush of the silvery dew,
Roses are flow'ring in
Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you.
And the roses will
die with the summertime,
But our roads may be far apart;
But
there's one rose that dies not in Picardy,
'Tis the rose I keep
in my heart.
2nd Verse
And the years fly
on forever,
Till the shadows veil their skies;
But he loves to
hold her little hands
And look in her sea-blue eyes.
And she sees
the road by the poplars,
Where they met in the bygone years,
For
the first little song of the roses
Is the last little song she
hears:
We know you love your land of liberty.
We know you love your USA.
But if you want the world to know it,
Now's the time to show it.
Your Uncle Sammy needs you one and all.
Answer to his call.
Chorus
It's your country, it's my country,
With millions of real fightingmen.
It's your duty and my duty
To speak with the sword not the pen.
If Washington were living today,
With sword in hand he'd stand up and say:
"For your country and my country I'll do it all over
again!"
America has opened up her heart
To every nationality.
And now she asks of every nation
Their appreciation.
It makes no difference now from where you came.
We are all the same.
Johnnie, get your gun, Get your gun, get your gun.
Take it on the run, On the run, on the run.
Hear them calling you and me,
Every son of liberty.
Hurry right away, No delay, no delay.
Make your daddy glad, To have had such a lad.
Tell your sweetheart not to pine, To be proud her boy's in line.
Chorus Over there, over there, Send the word, send the word over
there,
That the Yanks are coming, The Yanks are coming, The drums
rum-tumming ev'rywhere.
So prepare, say a prayer, Send the word, send the word to beware.
We'll be over, we're coming over, And we won't come back till
it's over, over there.
Most ev'ry fellow has
a sweetheart,
Some little girl with eyes of blue;
My daddy also had a sweetheart,
And he fought to win her, too;
There'll come a day when we must pay
The price of love and duty;
Be there strong and true:
Chorus
It's time for ev'ry boy to be a soldier,
To put his strength and courage to the test;
It's time to place a musket on his shoulder.
And wrap the stars and stripes around his breast.
It's time to shout those noble words of Lincoln,
And stand up for the land that gave you birth:
"That the nation of the people,
By the people, for the people,
Shall not perish from the earth."
2nd Verse Boys of America, get ready,
Your motherland is calling you;
Boys of America, be steady
For the Old Red, White and Blue;
When Yankee Doodle comes to town
Upon his little pony
Be there strong and true:
Repeat Chorus
Refrain
It's time to shout those noble words of Lincoln
And stand up for the land that gave you birth:
"That the nation of the people,
By the people, for the people,
Shall not perish from the earth."
Somewhere in France
There awaits a great chance for you,
my soldier boy.
Oh, my heart will yearn
For your return
But you'll make it stop with joy.
As in grandfather's day,
They say no blue nor gray
Clad in khaki style and fit
Darling, go and do your bit.
Chorus Goodbye and luck be with you laddie boy, laddie boy,
Whatever your aim may be.
There's a look in your eye
As you say your goodbye;
Tells me you will do and dare or die.
And when you hear the shells begin to sing,
There'll be someone somewhere who cares;
will murmur this prayer:
"May you win your share of glory
and come back to tell your story."
Goodbye and good luck laddie boy.
Refrain May you win your share of glory
and come to me will tell your story.
Goodbye and good luck laddie boy.
Little girl don't cry
I must say goodbye
Don't you hear the bugle
call?
and the fife and drum beats all
with the flag wave ov'er us
all
Tho I love you so
it is time to go
and the soldier in me
you'll find
When on land or sea
many boys like me
you would not
have me stay behind?
Chorus
So, send me away with
a smile little girl
Brush the tears from eyes of brown.
It's all
for the best
and I'm off with the rest
with the boys from my
hometown.
It may be forever we part little girl
But it may be for
only a while.
But if fight here we must
Then in God is our trust.
So, send me away with a smile.
When I leave you dear
give me words
of cheer
to recall in times of pain.
They will come towards me
And will seem to be
like the sunshine after rain.
Amid shot and
shell
I'd remember well.
You must be a soldier too.
And through this war I am
fighting
for My country, my home, and you.
Refrain It may be forever we
part little girl
But it may be for only a while.
But if fight
here we must
Then in God is our trust.
So, send me away with a
smile.
I've a letter from my
sweetheart
and he writes me in this way:
"Somewhere dear in France you will find me
But just where we dare not say
Be brave and do not sigh
and I will come back bye and bye
Chorus My sweetheart is far across the ocean.
My sweetheart is somewhere in France.
When he whispered goodbye
I tried not to cry
Because he said I'm taking a soldier's chance.
Could I see him I'd tell him that I love him
And I'd pour out my heart to one that I love.
Every night I say a prayer
for a boy who's over there.
My sweetheart is somewhere in France.
Every day I kiss his picture
And I tell him I'll be true.
Just as he is to his country
and the old red white and blue.
All day and night I yearn
I pray and pray for his return
Repeat Chorus
Could I see him I'll tell him that
I love him
And I'd pour out my heart to one that I love.
Every night I say a prayer
for a boy who's over there
For my sweetheart who's over in France.
When the gray shadows creep
And the world is asleep,
In the still of the night
Baby creeps down a flight;
First she looks all around
Without making a sound;
Then baby toddles up to the telephone
And whispers in a baby tone:
Chorus
"Hello Central, give me No Man's Land,
My daddy's there, My mamma told me;
She tip-toed off to bed after my pray'rs were said.
Don't ring when you get the number
Or you'll disturb mamma's slumber,
I'm afraid to stand here at the phone
'Cause I'm alone,
So won't you hurry;
I want to know why mamma starts to weep
When I say, 'Now I lay me down to sleep';
Hello Central, give me No Man's Land."
Through the curtains of night
Comes a beautiful light,
And a sunshine that beams
Finds a baby in dreams;
Mamma looks in to see
Where her darling can be;
She finds her baby still in her slumber deep,
A-whisp'ring while she's fast alseep:
Once I heard a father ask his soldier son,
"Why can't you
advance like the other boys have done? You've been a private
mighty long, Won't you tell me what is wrong?" And then the
soldier lad Said, "Listen to me, Dad":
1st Chorus "I'd rather
be a private than a colonel in the Army, A private has more fun,
When his day's work is done; And when he goes on hikes, In ev'ry
town he strikes Girls discover him And just smother him With
things he likes. But girlies act so shy When colonel passes by,
He holds his head so high with dignity; So would you rather be a
colonel with an eagle on your shoulder Or a private with a
chicken on your knee?"
2nd Verse Ev'ry night you
find some private in the park, Spooning on a bench where it is
nice and dark: He's just as happy as can be With his girlie on
his knee, But colonel never dares To mix in such affairs:
2nd Chorus "I'd rather
be a private than a colonel in the Army, A colonel out in France
Can never take a chance, For though his job is great, He dare not
make a date; All that he can do Is just parley-voo Then hesitate;
But privates meet the ma, And then they treat the pa, And then
they 'oo-la-la' with 'wee Marie'; So would you rather be a
colonel with an eagle on your shoulder Or a private with a
chicken on your knee?"
Last night I was dreaming of days that are gone
Of days that you
might recall.
And just like a photoplay up on my wall,
Once more
I saw it all;
It was just a dream you see,
But how real it seemed
to be.
Chorus
I saw buddies true,
Marching two by two
In my dream of the Big Parade.
I saw angels
fair
With a Red Cross there
In my dream of the Big Parade.
I saw
Gold Star Mothers, sisters, and brothers
What a sacrifice they
made.
I saw one legged pals
coming home to their gals.
In my
dream of the Big Parade.
I saw Chateau Thierry all filled
with Marines
I strolled by the River Seine
I saw all the villages
'mid fields of green
In old Alsace-Lorraine;
And the mem'ry
lingers yet,
They were scenes I can't forget,
Repeat Chorus 2x
Spoken
Millions of soldiers,
millions of men
All going over- I see them again.
Oceans of
water, submarines too,
Millions of sailors helping them through.
Millions of doughboys landing in Brest
Marching, marching never a
rest.
Millions of bullets thundering past
Millions of bodies
wounded and gashed.
Valleys of ruin, mountains of mud
Beautiful
rivers and rivers of blood.
Aeroplanes flying, bombs coming down
Millions of cooties crawling around.
Pieces of shrapnel, pieces
of shell
Many a cross where somebody fell.
Fighting and fighting
a horrible war
And God only knows what you're fighting it for.
Then came November, that Armistice Day;
Out of a trench, into a
cafe.
Patty, Abie, Jimmy and Jack
Opened their bottles of wine
and cognac.
Telling their love tales to Jeanne and Georgette,
Little French girls they had to forget.
Ah, then came the journey
over the foam
But all that went over didn't come home.
Refrain
I saw Gold Star
Mothers, sisters, and brothers
What a sacrifice they made.
I saw
one legged pals coming home to their gals
In my dream of the Big
Parade.
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