Pucker Up And Whistle ('Till The Clouds Roll By) Year 1921 < Click here to listen ! > By Blanche Franklyn and Nat Vincent Fred Fisher Inc. 224 W. 46th St. New York City

First Verse Here of late I've heard people saying, that they've had their share, Of troubles and of care, Here and everywhere, So in case you're one of the ones who think the world all wrong, You'll find a real good tonic in the chorus of this song: Second Verse Don't forget that back of the blackest cloud you'll always find, The sky is silver lined, With clouds of brightest kind, So instead of scowling and puting, think of what's to come, I'm sure you'll find it worth your while to smile and gayly hum: Chorus Pucker up and whistle till the clouds roll by, Have a happy little twinkle in your eye, Lend your ear to something, worth while list'ning to; Just remember frowning was never meant for you, Pucker up and whistle though the day seems dark, That's the time to wear a great big smile, Don't you give dull care a tumble, Let the other fellow grumble, Pucker up and whistle all the while.

America Here's My Boy Year 1917 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Andrew B. Sterling Music by Arthur Lange Joe Morris Music Co. 145 W. 45th St. New York

First Verse There's a million mothers knocking at the nations door, A million mothers, yes and there'll be millions more, And while within each mother heart they pray, Just hark what one brave mother has to say. Second Verse There's a million mothers waiting by the fireside bright, A million mothers, waiting for the call tonight. And while within each heart there'll be a tear, She'll watch her boy go marching with a cheer. Chorus "America, I raised a boy for you. America, You'll find him staunch and true, Place a gun upon his shoulder, He is ready to die or do. America, he is my only one; My hope, my pride and joy, But if I had another, he would march beside his brother. America, here's my boy."

Good Bye Rose Year 1910 < Click here to listen ! > Music by Herbet Ingraham Words by Addison Burkhart Shapiro Music Publishing Co. Corner of Broadway & 39th St. New York City

First Verse Once a bird loved a rose, Chirp'd despondently "Oh! My love, From above, Your fading blush I see, But I cannot linger here, Winter's blasts are near Lovely flower, from your bower, I must fly I fear. Oh, Dear! Second Verse With the Springtime's sunny garb, Came the love sick bird, To the tree anxiously, But still no welcome heard, For the rose sighed in vain Cried till winter's snows Half in pity Froze the pretty, Broken hearted rose he chose. Chorus Goodbye Rose, the Autumn leaves are falling, Winter blows her trumpets from the sky When the snows shall melt at Springtime's calling, We will meet again, Some day so good bye Rose.

If You Can't Get A Girl In The Summertime (You'll Never Get A Girl At All) Year 1915 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Bert Kalmar Music by Harry Tierney Kalmar & Puck Music Co. 152 West 45th St. New York City

First Verse The cold, cold winter has gone It passed away, Hurray! And now the summer is on, It's time to play Hurray! Boys get together and choose your mate, Now's the time to get them, They all want love in the summer time Your chances then are great. Second Verse Just look 'em straight in the eye Then heave a sigh, Oh my! And tip your hat to the sky Another sigh Oh my! She'll smile a little bit acting shy, When she does it's over, Don't waste your time in the summer time 'Cause summer soon goes by. Chorus If you can't get a girl in the summer time You'll never get a girl at all, Peaches are ripe in the summer time, And that's the time they fall At the beaches there's a raft of them, Lovely peaches go right after them, You'll hear the wild waves saying Go get them, go pet them Don't miss a kiss in the summer time, Or you'll never kiss a Miss in the Fall And if you can't get a girl in the summer time You'll never get a girl at all.

Pretty Baby Year 1916 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Gus Kahn Music by Tony Jackson and Egbert Van Alstyne Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York & Detroit

First Verse You ask me why I'm always teasing you, You hate to have me call you Pretty Baby; I really thought that I was pleasing you, For you're just a baby to me. Your cunning little dimples and your baby stare, Your baby talk and baby walk and curly hair; Yuur baby smile makes life worth while, You're just as sweet as you can be. Second Verse Your mother says you were the cutest kid; No wonder, dearie, that I'm wild about you, And all the cunning things you said and did. Why, I love to fondly recall, Ann just like Peter Pan, it seems you'll always be The same sweet, cunning, Little Baby dear to me. And that is why I'm sure that I will always love you best of all. Chorus Everybody loves a baby that's why I'm in love with you, Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby; And I'd to be your sister, brother, dad and mother too, Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby. Won't you come and let me rock you in my cradle of love, And we'll cuddle all the time. Oh! I want a Lovin' Baby and it might as well be you, Pretty Baby of mine.

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