GEORGE M. COHAN is super-nifty!zorprime1985April 25 2004, 03:14:54 UTC
"You're a Grand Old Flag" (Partial)
There's a feeling comes a-stealing, And it sets my brain a-reeling, When I'm listening to the music of a military band. Any tune like "Yankee Doodle" Simply sets me off my noodle, It's that patriotic something that no one can understand.
"Way down South, in the land of cotton", Melody untiring, Ain't that inspiring? "Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll join the Jubilee!" And that's going some, For the Yankees, by gum! Red, white and blue, I am for you! Honest, you're a grand old flag!
You're a Grand Old Flag You're a high flying flag And forever, in peace, may you wave! You're the emblem of the land I love, The home of the free and the brave!
Ev'ry heart beats true 'neath the Red, White, and Blue, Where there's never a boast or brag. But should auld acquaintance be forgot Keep your eye on the Grand Old Flag!
Verse 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, Ev'ry son of liberty. Hurry right away, no delay, go today, 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 pray'r 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!
Verse Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun, Johnnie show the Hun you're a son of a gun, Hoist the flag and let her fly, Yankee Doodle do or die. Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit, Yankees to the ranks from the towns and the tanks, Make your mother proud of you And the old Red White and Blue.
There's a feeling comes a-stealing,
And it sets my brain a-reeling,
When I'm listening to the music of a military band.
Any tune like "Yankee Doodle"
Simply sets me off my noodle,
It's that patriotic something that no one can understand.
"Way down South, in the land of cotton",
Melody untiring,
Ain't that inspiring?
"Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll join the Jubilee!"
And that's going some,
For the Yankees, by gum!
Red, white and blue, I am for you!
Honest, you're a grand old flag!
You're a Grand Old Flag
You're a high flying flag
And forever, in peace, may you wave!
You're the emblem of the land I love,
The home of the free and the brave!
Ev'ry heart beats true 'neath the Red, White, and Blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
But should auld acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the Grand Old Flag!
"Over There" (1917)
Verse
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,
Ev'ry son of liberty.
Hurry right away, no delay, go today,
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 pray'r
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!
Verse
Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun,
Johnnie show the Hun you're a son of a gun,
Hoist the flag and let her fly,
Yankee Doodle do or die.
Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit,
Yankees to the ranks from the towns and the tanks,
Make your mother proud of you
And the old Red White and Blue.
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