Over There Year 1918 < Click here to listen ! > Words & Music by George M. Cohan Leo Feist Inc. Feist Building New York

First Verse Johnnie get your gun, get you 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, 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. Second Verse Johnnie get your gun, get you gun, get your gun, Johnnie show the Hun, you're a Son-of-a-Gun, Hoist the flag and let her fly Like true heros do or die Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit, Soldiers to the ranks from the towns and the tanks, Make your Mother proud of you and to Liberty be true. 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 everywhere 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 be back till it's over over there! Chorus 2 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 everywhere So prepare, Say a Prayer Send the word, Send the word to beware We'll be over, we're coming over.

Where Do We Go From Here Year 1917 < Click here to listen ! > By Howard John & Percy Wenrich Leo Feist Inc. Feist Building New York

First Verse Paddy Mack drove a hack Up and down Broadway, Pat had one expression and he'd use it every day; Any time he'd grab a fare, to take them for a ride, Paddy Jumped upon the seat, cracked his whip and cried. Second Verse One fine day on Broadway, Pat was driving fast, When the street was blown to pieces by a subway blast; Down the hole poor Paddy went, a thinkin' of his past, Then he says, says he, I think these words will be my last: Third Verse First of all, at the call, When the war began, Pat enlisted in the army as a fighting man; When the drills began, they'd walk a hundred miles a day, Tho the rest got tired, Paddy always used to say: Chorus Where do we go from here boys, Where do go from here? Anywhere from Harlem to a Jersey City pier;" When Pat would spy a pretty girl, he'd whisper in her ear, "Oh joy, Oh boy, Where do we go from here?" Chorus 2 Where do we go from here boys, Where do go from here? Paddy's neck was in the wreck but still he had nor fear; He saw a dead man next to him and whispered in his ear, "Oh joy, Oh boy, Where do we go from here?" Chorus 3 Where do we go from here boys, Where do go from here? Slip a pill to Kaiser Bill and make him shed a tear; And when we see the enemy we'll shoot in the rear, "Oh joy, Oh boy, Where do we go from here?"

I Have Come To Say Goodbye Year 1917 < Click here to listen ! > Words and Music by Andrew Carp Illustrated M. Ormiston Andrew J. Sittig Ilion, New York

First Verse I have come to say good bye, Mary, darling. For America, I sure must do my part. Now be brave and do not cry, Mary, darling. Though this paring almost breaks your heart, I know you will be lonely, Mary darling. I know that you will never cease to care My thoughts will ever be of you, dear, When I'm in the trenches over there. Second Verse Tis for freedoms cause, this strife, Mary, darling For our liberty, On land and on the sea. I would gladly give my life, Mary, darling. Fighting for the world's democracy, With conscience right I'm ready, Mary darling. When duty calls a soldier must obey And if I am spared I'll return, dear, Back to the good old U.S.A. Chorus At evening I'll lie a-dreaming Dreaming of thee When o'er the sea, In fancy I'll see you waiting, Waiting at home, sweet home for me.

Oh, Moon Of The Summer Night (Tell My Mother Her Boy's All Right) Year 1918 < Click here to listen ! > By Allan J. Flynn Illustration Starmer Al. Piantadosi & Co. Inc Astor Theatre Building New York City

First Verse Over There, The silvry moon was shining, Over There, A soldier boy while pining, To the moon pleaded, And if it heeded, This is what it heard him say, Oh! Second Verse Over There, The night was dark and dreary, Over There, Two loving hearts were weary, Sweetheart and mother, Asking each other, Will our Soldier boy return, Oh! Chorus Moon, of the summer night, Your silvry beams bring me dreams, of the loved ones way back home, Could you only tell them all, That I'm safe tonight, How it would cheer up the loved ones far across the foam, Over yonder in the golden west, My mother's praying, And the little girl I love the best, Is praying too, So I'm asking you, Oh! Moon. Won't you send your light, And tell my mother for me, cross the sea, Her boy's alright.

When Yankee Doodle Learns To Parlez Vous Francais Year 1917 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Will Hart Music by Ed. Nelson A.J. Stasny Music Co. 56 W. 45th St. New York City

First Verse When Yankee Doodle came to Paris town Upon his face he wore a little frown To those he'd meet upon the street, he ciouldn't speak a word, To find a Miss that he could kiss it seemed to be absurd. But if this Yankee should stay there awhile Upon his face you're bound to see a smile. Second Verse Soon Yankee Doodle he left Paris town, Upon his face there was a coat of brown, For every man of Uncle Sam was fighting in a trench, Between each shell, they learned quite well to speak a little French. When Yankee Doodle gets back to Paree, He'll break a million hearts take it from me. Chorus When Yankee Doodle learns to Parlez vous Francais Parlez vous Francais, in the proper way, He will call each girlie "Ma Cherie", To every Miss that wants a kiss he'll saw Wee, Wee On Ze Be, On Ze Bou, On Ze Boule, Boulevard, With a girl, with a curl, you can see him promenade When Yankee Doodle learns to Parlez vous Francais, "Oo La La, Sweet Papa" he will teach them all to say.

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