California Year 1922 < Click here to listen ! > By Cliff Friend & Con Conrad Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York & Detroit

First Verse California let me speak my mind I've been waiting for a long long time I've got a sneaky feeling I'll be stealing To your bright and sunny clime Is it any wonder that I'm glad You're the only home I've ever had Since I'm away both night and day You're in this heart of mine Second Verse California when the days are blue That's the time I always think of you I miss the golden land of sunshine and the many happy friends I knew Every moment how I long to be in your land of hospitality "Your native son has only one place in his heart so true" Chorus My California Hear your lonesome boy calling Honest I ain't a stalling I want to come home just hear me crying I'm really crying Nighttime finds me just like a willow Weeping there on my pillow So lonesome and blue Yes lonnging for you Oh dear let the birdies sing It's orange blossom time I'll cheer 'cause I've got the ring And I hear those wedding chimes Just let me warn ya Tell my sweetie in California My love is growing I'll soon be going California bound.

Are You Sincere Year 1908 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Alfred Bryan Music by Albert Gumble Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York & Detroit

First Verse A youth and a maiden were tripping along, skipping along, sings a song, The youth said "linger near me, chee me, hear me, I like you much better sweetheart, every day, in every way, don't you think May, 'Twould sound more romantic if I called you "dear," The maiden just answered "Look here, now, look here." Second Verse It's leap year, you know, "said the maid, all aglow, "I want to know, why you're so slow, Now what's the use, to tarry, marry, Harry, If you are too bashful, put me to the test, answer me "yes," I'll do the rest, I like you, I love you, I want you, I do, Now answer the question that I put to you." Chorus Are you sincere? If you're sincere, I'll let you call me your dearie, Say what you mean, mean what you say, And you can always be near me, If I give my heart to you, I'll have none and you'll have two, If you're sincere, call me your Dear, Answer me: Are you sincere?

We Want Our Daddy Dear, Back Home (Hello Central, Give Me France) Year 1918 < Click here to listen ! > Words by James M. Reilly Music by Harry De Costa M. Witmark & Sons

First Verse A little girl woke when the dawn was near, And the nurse said "See your new brother," dear, She went to her mother with wondring stare And their thoughts were of Dad who's "over there." The little girl crept down the stairs all alone, And this love call she sent through the telephone: Second Verse The little girl smiled, then the clock struck one, As the Central called White House, Washington, The President heard and he understood, Like the father of this great country should. He cabled in code every word Central said; In the trenches in France the proud Daddy read: Chorus Hello, Central, give me France, I want to talk to Daddy dear, Because I'd like to tell him while I got the chance, The stork brought a brand new baby here. Won't you say that its "me" And he'll answer you'll see; So hurry, please, and get him on the phone, Hello, Central, give me France, 'Cause we want our Daddy dear back home.

The Russians Were Rushin' The Yanks Started Yankin' Year 1918 < Click here to listen ! > Lyrics by Carey Morgan Music by Charles McCarron Broadway Music Corporation 145 W. 45th St. New York

First Verse I dreamed of a scene in an old soldier's home, The year was nineteen fifty three. With medals galore that he'd won in this war, He sat smoking peacefully. Tell me of the war of nineteen seventeen, Said his grandson who stood by his side. How did they fix up that terrible mix up? And proudly the old man replied: Second Verse My dream quickly changed to a schoolroom that day, The lesson was geography. A child raised her hand, said, "I don't understand, This map looks all wrong to me. What is this strange place that is marked Germany?" And the teacher replied with a roar. "Why, that's an old map, dear since we had that scrap, dear, There ain't no such place anymore. Chorus The Russsians were rushin' the Prussians, The Prussians were crushin' the Russians. The Balkins were balkin' and Turkey was squawkin' Rasputin disputtin' and Italy scootin' The Boches all bulled Bolshevikis The British were skittish at sea. But the good Lord I'm thankin' The Yanks started yankin', And yanked Kaiser Bill up a tree. Chorus 2 The Russsians were rushin' the Prussians, The Prussians were crushin' the Russians. The good old Italians were hurling batallions Canadians raidin' and Frenchmen invadin' The Bulgars were bulgin' the Belgians But Yanks started yankin' you see. And when Peace was conceded, Some new maps were needed, They ruined the geography.

Oh! How I Wish I Could Sleep Until My Daddy Comes Home Year 1918 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Sam M. Lewis & Joe Young Music by Pete Wendling Waterson Berlin & Snyder Co. Strand Theatre Building Broadway at 47th St. New York

First Verse Early to bed, Early to rise," I heard a mother say to her angel eyes; "Dream of your Dad, My little lad, Don't wake until the sun appears; in the skies," "I hate the sunshine," he said, "It makes me get out of bed." Second Verse Two little eyes, Dotted with tears, They tell a story full of darkness and fears; Two shoulders bear Sorrow and care, A weight too great for just a baby in years, "Mamma," the laddie explains, Sunshine brings nothing but pains." Chorus Oh! how I wish I could sleep, until my Daddy comes home; Oh! mamma why must we always be all alone? I miss him more every day, How can you ask me to play; You're always sighing and crying, since he went away; Last night I heard Daddy call, But I was dreaming thats all; He kissed me, and he said, "Go to bed, my own;" Oh! mamma, that's when I thought, God made the night time too short; Oh! how I wish I could sleep, Until my Daddy comes home."

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