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Abraham Lincoln Lives Again...... 20 Anthem of the Soviet Union ...... 7 Are You Backing Your Commander-in-Chief?...... 56 \ Ballad of Dorie Miller...... ’...... 44 Beloved Comrades ...... 49 Belt Line G irl ...... 38 Cavalry of the Steppes (Meadowland)...... 15 Chee Lai (Arise) ...... 10 Deliver the Goods ...... '>...... 37 End Jim Crow ...... 46 F arm er Is the M an ...... 34 Fight, A m erica ...... 61 F ranklin D. Roosevelt ...... 54 Freedom (The Thaelmann Column) ...... 18 Freedom Road...... 25 From B order Unto B order ...... 16 G aribaldi’s W ar H ym n ...... 12 Go Down, Moses ...... »...... 22 Goin’ to Build My Heaven ...... 27 Good Reuben James ...... 42 I Spoke to Jefferson at Guadalcanal...... 48 It’s a Small World After All ...... 58 TABLE OF CONTENTS Page It’s Up to You...... 35 John Brown’s Body ...... 23 Keeping Score for ’44 ...... 52 La M arseillaise ...... 9 My N ative Land ...... 13 Oh, Freedom! ...... 24 Oh, You’ve Got to Join the U nion...... 50 P eat Bog Soldiers ...... 19 Put On Your Union Button...... 51 Quiet Girl ...... 40 Rifles ...... 14 Roosevelt and Four Freedom s ...... 55 Sascha—Pascha—Yascha ...... 30 Star-Spangled B anner ...... 5 U nited N ations i ...... 6 Victory Begins at Home ...... 60 Viva La Quince Brigada ...... 17 Wait for Me ...... 32 W altzing M atilda ...... 29 THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER
FRANCIS SCOTT KEY Music by JO H N STAFFORD SMITH
Oh! say, can you see, By the dawn’s early light, What so proudly we hail’d At the twilight’s last gleaming! Whose broad stripes and bright stars Thro’ the perilous fight, O’er the ramparts we watch’d Were so gallantly streaming; And the rockets’ red glare, The bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro’ the night That our flag was still there. Oh! say, does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave, O’er the land of the free, And the home of the brave!
Oh, thus be it ever When free men shall stand Between their lov’d homes And the war’s desolation! Blest with vict’ry and peace, May the heav’n-rescued land Praise the pow’r that hath made And preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, When our cause it is just, And this be our motto: “In God is our trust!” And the Star-Spangled Banner In triumph shall wave O’er the land of the free And the home of the brave! 5 THE UNITED NATIONS
HAROLD ROME Music by DMITRI SH O STAK O VIC H
The sun and the stars are still ringing With song rising strong from the earth, The hope of humanity singing A hymn to a new world in birth.
United Nations on the march With flags unfurled Together fight for victory A free new world.
Take heart all you nations swept under, By powers of darkness that ride, The wrath of the people shall thunder, Relentless as time and the tide.
Chorus As sure as the sun meets the morning The rivers go down to the sea, A new day for mankind is dawning, Our children shall live proud and free.
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6 ANTHEM OF THE SOVIET UNION
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United forever in friendship and labor Onr mighty republics will ever endure; The great Soviet Union will live thru the ages— The dream of a people, their fortress secure.
Long live our Soviet Motherland Built by the people’s mighty hand, Long live her people united and free; Strong in a friendship tried by fire Long may our crimson flag inspire Shining in glory for all men to see. 7 Thru days dark and stormy, while great Lenin led us, Our eyes saw the bright sun of freedom above; And Stalin, our leader, with faith in the people Inspired us to build up the land that we love.
Chorus We fought for the future, destroyed the invader And brought to our homeland the laurels of fame. Her glory will live in the mem’ry of nations, Ąnd all generations will honor her name.
Chorus LA MARSEILLAISE
American version by PVT. HY ZARET
You sons of France, awake to glory! A bleeding nation bids you rise. Town and villagte plundered and pillaged Are the graves where Liberty lies, Are the graves where your liberty lies. But now, the Nazi power is crumbling; Hope lifts up her head thru the land; The hour of freedom is at hand! Join with us, avenge your days of bondage!
To arms, to arms arise! Your bayonets unsheathe. March on! March on! All hearts resolved On liberty or death! CHEE LAI (ARISE)
Fighting Song of New China
Arise, you who refuse to be bond slaves! Let’s stand up and fight for Liberty and true democracy. All our world is facing The chains of the tyrants. Everyone who works for freedom is now crying: Arise! Arise! Arise! All of us with one heart, With the torch of freedom, M arch on! With the torch of freedom, M arch on! March on! March on, and on! . 10 Arise you who refuse to be bond slaves! With our very flesh and blood Let us build our new Great Wall. China’s masses have met the day of danger, Indignation fills t]»e heart of all of our countrymen. Arise! Arise! Arise! Many hearts with one mind, Brave the enemy’s gunfire, M arch on! Brave the enemy’s gunfire, March on! March on! March op! On!
11 GARIBALDI S WAR HYMN (Italian Hymn of Liberation) American version by PVT. HY ZARET
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Italians! Arise now; Liberty marches with flame and with thunder, Her legions destroying all the buzzards of plunder, Rise, now, Italians, your chains break asunder. And, in the ranks of free men, take your stand. In towns and farms, arise in arms, beneath our banners glorious. Onward to freedom, we’re marching victorious. Our cause is just, and soon the dust will cover those opposing us. Drive out the Nazis enslaving your land. Arise, Sons of Italy! Arise, Sons of Italy! Drive out the Nazis enslaving your land. 12 MY NATIVE LAND
LEW IS ALLAN Music by G EO RG E KLEINSINGER:
Oh, my eyes have seen the glory Of the fields of golden grain, And the splendor of the valleys, Of the mountain and the plain, But the richness of it lies Beyond the reach of loving eyes, ’Till the heart within me cries, My Native Land!
From the sidewalks of the city To the cottage on a hill, From the tug-boat on the river To the furnace and the mill, From the red-wood to the pine, This home, sweet home is yours and mine, Ev’rywhere, let Freedom shine, My Native Land.
There’s a worker at his work-bench And a farmer at his plough, Here’s a miner and welder, And they’re all together now, For the Freedom we have^ known Wherever Stars and Stripes are flown, Let us sing this is my own, My Native Land.
Permission granted— Edward B. Marks Music Corp., RCA Bldg., New York
13 THE RIFLES
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Merrily greet the plucky heroes Yes, the heroes of our great Red Army, Oh, maidens fair, why d’you cry? Blushing maids are sad and weary Having to part from handsome lovers As the boys are off to join the Army. Oh, maidens dear, never fear. Staunch and faithful are your lovers. Wish us God-speed, for we are leaving To defend our happy land of Soviets. Oh, Steppe land, vast and free, Tilled by flourishing kolkhozes. Everywhere factories and houses Newly built, the fruits of Revolution. Away we go, for we see Clouds are thickening in the distance. Makers of war are now preparing, Wantonly to wreck our peaceful labors. Oh, working folks, peasant folks, Keep on building, keep on tilling. Staunchly we hold our constant vigil, We, the sentries of the land of Soviets. Permission granted—AM-RUS Music Corp., 37 W . 57th St., N. Y. C. IS FROM BORDER UNTO BORDER From border unto border, From ocean unto ocean, Arise! Courageous The laboring folk, the militant folk. We’re ready for sorrow, And ready to suffer, We’re ready to fight ’till death! For land, for our freedom, A happier future, We go again to fight, But know why we go; We know why we go. For land, for our freedom, A happier future, We’re ready to fight ’till death! Permission granted—AM-RUS Music Corp., 37 W . 57th St., N. Y. C 16 VIVA LA QUINCE BRIGADA Song of the I5tll Brigade of the International Brigade in Spain Viva la quince brigada Rumba la rumba la rumba la! Que se ha cubierto de Gloria Ay Manuela ay Manuela. En el trente de Jarama Rumba la rumba la rumba la! No tenemos aviones ni tanques .canones, ay Manuela ־Ni Luchamos contra los moros Rumba la rumba la rumba la! Mercenarios y üascistas Ay Manuela ay Manuela. Viva la quince brigada Rumba la rumba la rumba la! Que se ha cubierto de Gloria Ay Manuela ay Manuela. 17 FREEDOM (THE THAELMAN COLUMN) Spanish heavens spread their brilliant starlight High above our trenches in the plain; From the distance morning comes to greet us, Calling us to battle once again. Far off is our land, Yet ready we stand. We’re fighting and winning for you: Freedom! Beat the drums! Ready! Bayonets, charge! Forward, march! Victory our regard! With our scarlet banner! Smash the column! Thaelman Battalman! Ready, forward, march! Chorus 18 THE PEAT BOS SOLDIERS Far and wide as the eye can wander, Heath and bog are ev’rywhere. Not a bird sings out to cheer us, Oaks are standing gaunt and bare. We are the peat bog soldiers; 'We’re marching with our spades : To the bog. (Repeat) Up and down the guards are pacing, No one, no one can go through. Flight would mean a sure death facing, Guns and barbed wire greet our view. Chorus But for us there is no complaining, Winter will in time be past; One day we shall cry rejoicing, “Homeland dear, you’re mine at last.” Chorus Then will the peat bog soldiers March no more with their spades To the bog! (Repeat) 19 ABRAHAM LINCOLN LIVES AGAIN By LEWiS ALLAN t«Hte״iw־nie Ar-imtïs of pi-ojre® art morcUj At+tieto-aitsHityire Uii«-A^»Tii־ r peo-ple skali nof-cJer-isl W « fte lo orti.f M-rcIrim Lvo>ln iua|l Ir-C-VtS ^ -KA-H^H LIH-COLM klV ESA -Ç fl/^U f+aFhe^^q^i Kiśgwtft b«}handsKalda 4kr xr-cKas 6 ______FtarXi-bw-ty and Pt- maç-t-a-tw. Hu man -He ־ ,»־.«,״'.^ס־ו^מ-טוז־ז^מ׳ל^״זו^*,״;,! iJstVW wtle Joo wi II •find» t t* ■ . , , i i h h f K i i I I . . i i ; ״walU» 0.-50 ״liW-a>l ״ i H w k u !״״mif Sp־W km, H el^ktV tW -W The Armies of progress are marching, At the fascists they are hurled, A Government of the People Shall not perish from the World. Abraham Lincoln walks again, Abraham Lincoln marches, Abraham Lincoln lives again, Up tall he stands And his great big hands Hold a gun, “No Pasaran.” Abraham Lincoln walks again, Abraham Lincoln marches, Abraham Lincoln lives again, 20 For Liberty and Democracy, Human rights! For these he fights! In the midst of the battle you will find him And his first breaks the fascist chain; With the Lincoln Battalion behind him, He fought for the freedom of Spain! Abraham Lincoln walks again, Abraham Lincoln marches, Abraham Lincoln lives again, His voice speaks out to the echoing shout, “We will win! Yes, we will win!” GO DOWN, MOSES When Israel was in Egypt’s Land, L et m y people go! Oppressed so hard they could not stand, L et m y people go! Go down, Moses Way down in Egypt’s Land Tell old Pharoah Let my people go. “Thus saith the Lord,” bold Moses said, L et m y people go! “If not, I’ll smite your first-born dead,” L et m y people go! No more in bondage shall they toil, L et m y people go! They shall go forth with Egypt’s spoil, Let m y people go! 2 JOHN BROWN'S BODY John Brown’s body lies a-mould’ring in the grave, John Brown’s body lies a-mould’ring in the grave, John Brown’s body lies a-mould’ring in the grave, His soul goes marching on. Chorus Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. His soul goes marching on. The stars above in heaven now are looking kindly down, The stars above in heaven now are looking kindly down, The stars above in heaven now are looking kindly down, On the grave of old John Brown! Chorus America’s working folk are all rememb’ring of the spot, America’s working folk are all rememb’ring of the spot, America’s working folk are all rememb’ring of the spot, It’s the grave of old John Brown. 23 OH, FREEDOM! Negro Spiritual Oh freedom, oh freedom, Oh freedom over me, An’ before I’d be a slave, I’ll be buried in my grave An’ go home to my Lord an’ be free No mo’ moanin’, no mo’ moanin’, No mo’ moanin’ over me, An’ before I’d be a slave I’ll be buried in my grave An’ go home to my Lord an’ be free. No mo’ weepin’, no mo’ weepin’, No mo, weepin’ over me, An’ before I’d be a slave I’ll be buried in my grave An’ go home to my Lord an’ be free. There’ll be singin’, there’ll be singin’, There’ll be singin’ over me, An’ before I’d be a slave, I’ll be buried in my grave, An’ go home to my Lord an’ be free. 24 FREEDOM ROAD LANGSTON HUGHES M«sic by EMERSON HARPER Hand me my gun Let the bugles blow loud, I’m on my way With my head up proud. One objective I’ve got in view, Keep a hold of freedom for me and you. That’s why I’m marching, yes, I’m marching, I’m marching down FREEDOM ROAD. There’s nothing goin’ to stop me, There’s nobody goin’ to keep me From marching down FREEDOM ROAD. Hitler, he may rant, Hirohito, he may rave, I’m going after freedom If it leads me to my grave, That’s why I’m marching, yes, I’m marching, I’m marching down FREEDOM ROAD. Ought to be plain ׳ ,As the nose on your face Room in this world For every race. Some folks think that Freedom just ain’t right, They’re the very folks that I want to fight. That’s why I’m marching, yes, I’m marching, I’m marching down FREEDOM ROAD. There’s no fascist goin’ to stop me, 25 There’s no Nazi goin, to keep me From marching down FREEDOM ROAD. Britain by our side, Mighty Russia as our friend, I’m going after freedom And a new world at the end. That’s why I’m marching, yes, I’m marching, I’m marching down FREEDOM ROAD. Permission granted—Mussette Publishers, 113 W . 57th St., N. Y. C. 26 TO BUILD MY HEAVEN ־GOIN By LEWIS ALLAN Ain’t goin’ to be just scrubbin’ the floor, When I get to Heaven, when I get to Heaven, Ain’t goin’ to go through the basement door, When I get to the Heaven I’m headin’ for. Chorus I’m goin’ to build my Heaven right here, With my own two hands goin’ to make it grow, * I’m goin’ to build my Heaven right here, Ain’t goin’ to wait ’till Gabriel blow. Ain’t goin’ to hide on the Swanee shore When I get to Heaven, when I get to Heaven, Ain’t gonna wear no shackles no more When I get to the Heaven I’m headin’ for. (Repeat Chorus) 27 Ain’t goin’ to be no Jim Crow law, When I get to Heaven, when I get to Heaven, Ain’t goin’ to be no lynchin’ no more, When I get to the Heaven I’m fightin’ for. (Repeat Chorus) 28 WALTZING MATILDA An Australian Song Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billa-bong, Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee. And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag, “You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!” Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, “You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.” And he sang as he stowed tlxat jumbuck in his tucker bag. “You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!” Up rode the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred, Down came the troopers, one, two, three: Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag? “You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!” Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, “You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.” Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?, “You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!” Up jumped the swagman, sprang into the billa-bong. “You’ll never catch me alive,” said he., And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billa-bong, “You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!” Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, “You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.” And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billa-bong, “You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!” 29 SASCHA — PASCHA — YASCHA (It's All the Same) English fext by ANNEM ARIE E W IN S ** See J L.A ״ L l JS* jrtw-cW'jhfti *« X |»e~Xfw4- - l'w m S .u -t* r Lj.u m * il« a \- Key« of־,b ־ .*••-* Ir a i-u«ł -fee ] *»׳• +jee־J hl€ p*f■ ״' ־* f o .**SeeeK, ■' dm« Se-J־flee, •s 4e • II ffe Se»* E* elee*■ Sei- tie* ee dee* H e cK*. «e» ,»•״.*Sea*' y«>- •K* All fX*. S• ׳* In the trenches they brought me a present, I’m a soldier you can see. And receiving the present was pleasant, For somebody at home thought of me. The address on the package was plain as day, She had carefully spelled out by name, For dear Sascha, or dear Pascha, or dear Yascha, All the same, all the same. For dear Sascha, or dear Pascha, or dear Yascha, All the same. 30 Now that present may not have been sent for Any individual guy. But I felt that it clearly was meant for Me alone, tho’ I couldn’t say why. Then I sat down and wrote out a thank you note, For my kind benefactress to claim; Darling Tanya, or dear Manya, or sweet Anya, All the same, all the same. Darling Tanya, or dear Manya, or sweet Anya, All the same. In my letter I wrote like a poet, Or at least a poet’s son. I said, darling, tho’ you may not know it, We shall meet when the Victory is won. We shall meet by the light of the crescent moon, If I don’t know just where, who’s to blame; Make it Minsk, or make it Pinsk, or make it Dvinsk, it’s All the same, all the same. Make it Minsk, or make it Pinsk, or make it Dvinsk, it’s All the same. Permission granted—AM-RUS Music Corp.. 37 W . 57th St., N. Y. C. 31 WAIT FOR ME English version by AN N EM A RIE EW IN G Wait for me and I’ll return, D ear one, onl> w ait; When the leaves of autumn burn Round our garden gate; Wait when winter winds blow free Wait, through summer’s sun; Others may forgotten be Ere the fight is won; But, when days that endless creep Bring no word from me; Still your lonely vigil keep, Dear one. wait for me. 32 Wait for me and I’ll return Love you as before; Some will śay, who can not learn, “He was lucky in war!” Only you and I will know, They won’t understand I, who daily face the foe Grasp your waiting hand; He, who in the battle grim, Holds his head up high; Knowing someone waits for him Dear one, cannot die. Safely thru the fire you bring me Waiting there for me. Permission granted—AM-RUS Music Corp., 37 W . 57th St., N. Y. C. 33 THE FARMER IS THE MAN When the farmer comes to town And he brings his produce down Oh, the farmer is the man who feeds them all. I am sure we’ll all agree That he works for Victory Oh, the farmer is the man who feeds them all. The farmer is the man The farmer is the man He’ll answer Uncle Sammie’s call, Soldier, sailor and marine And the man at the machine, The farm er is the man who feeds them all. Now the farmer ploughs the wheat So the nation’s folk may eat Oh, the farmer is the man who feeds them all. And he works from dawn to night Helping in the nation’s fight Oh, the farmer is the man who feeds them all. (Repeat Chorus) 34 IT'S UP TO YOU LEW IS ALLAN, W OODY GUTHRIE Music by EARL ROBINSON *ifiV ^ ז;ל>ל,»ײס4ין»צ1וס)״^־^<* o do rf if i+’s 4־+ Ljou »־OK •V* qp 4 י r a r r t* d• it rf ־ >»ך nw its u p k־op f» ifou ■f• «tvrKk i+ and make it • a *־i Ł*>«n. Ok! ił 3 don«., *Je* i if* op fo •^om. t » 4» i t i f i f ł done• Wken y u il« p in p «rt a«d qM irf «r*J ipn. Lead Ueucen , ״ן pi+K a root a• b.,e ן״־יײסי״ i M**l(c up m a- bed, vie*. ipu fflcL up ip He r־ r 'e Sirdbij־^p ■f» ifÆu. m - t r r wffft do Ip* $4if- up» צ־ע .U C*n do מ#ס ,**frf tint jf*e ond tp 0״• י*^י Am" צ4־4״ײי ׳om Xfcf tv♦ ־aw sk*< Vf _ M.*-trr Sis ״»it. And I^H an u»+do-m (••d »d 1 Oh, it’s up to you to do it if it’s done; Yes, it’s up to you to win it if it’s won; Oh, it’s up to you to stretch it, And make it go around, It’s up to you to do it if it’s done; Yes, it’s up to you to do it if it’s done. 35 When you sleep in peace and quiet And you wake up in a bed, When you get up in the morning With a roof above your head, You can say a little prayer For the men who die for you; But I tell you, Mister, Sister, There’s a lot more you can do. It’s up to you Mister, what do you say, It’s up to you Sister, starting today, If all our soldier boys can grin and bear it, Then you can fix that shoe and you can wear it, And you can cut down food and you can share it, Mister, Sister, Oh, it’s up to you to do it, if it’s done; Yes, it’s up to you to win it if it’s won; Oh, it’s up to you to stretch it, And make it go around, It’s up to you to do it if it’s done; Yes, it’s up to you to do it if it’s done. DELIVER THE GOODS By THE ALMANACS if Jt ^ Uj־ ' ' r1־r ...... * _r *S־")W W״;tV«. Ułł-^«1׳־skfs a*4 tV**.. * L łwł-łr-fm.ł^wW^fł.U« |W>df) ***M «A *«'I ״ ^ י ײי &.0&טי ^״יàm ך ״ -k.U-fy״ -k.U-fy- tv 4 » i- ^ Till »1 l e k k ifflith t î*U.*r4*1**■'.U.W״ ך ״ ^״יàm &.0&טי ^ י ײי ״ ***M «A *«'I Jn ' T”J ״* ־«■l ־* «*״״-all ».rktaY It’s gonna take everybody To win this war, The butcher, the baker And the clerk in the store; The men who sail the ships And the men who run the trains And the farmer raising wheat Upon the Kansas plains. Oh, the butcher, the baker, The tinker and the tailor, Will all work behind The soldier and the sailor. We’re working in the cities, We’re working in the woods, And we’ll all work together To deliver the goods. 37 BELT LINE GIRL By THE ALMANACS 1 «tood ■t the eta* tlon plat- fora and looked at the i . 1one- ■one track. The train had Rone a-round the curver.r The train that «ifht ne-ver come back. Tor it car-ried my •ol- dier aaeet-heart a- •ay. The one I loved •o tre ______r cr _____ r J j I J J i •kW יJ . ..-LI J J 1 1■ ־i 1,J J 7. 1 ■£—’ heart eat aad, but I did not *eep, I thought of the work to do...... I stood at the station platform And looked at the lonesome track The train that might never come back. The train that might never come back. For it carried my soldier sweetheart away, The one I loved so true, My heart was sad, but I did not weep, I thought of the work to do. Joe had gone to the fighting front And he left his job behind. Now I must step into his place On the long assembly-line. 33 I said I’ll learn to build a ship I’ll learn to build a plane. For the faster we speed the belt-line, girls, The quicker our boys return. If a thousand men leave a thousand jobs To go and fight the foe, Our factory wheels would slacken their speed And the belts would move too slow. But when a thousand hard-working girls Step in and take a hand, Out roll the tanks and planes and guns And there’s freedom in the land. 39 THE QUIET GIRL By MARC BUTZSTEIN I! k « Quit I used to be a QUIET GIRL, I used to be a QUIET PERSON. I had the reputation, North and South, Butter wouldn’t melt in. my mouth. But someone changed my CALM AND SWEETNESS I’m giving out with ONE LOUD YEN. Because I wanna make the bullet that gets Hitler! I wanna make the bullet that gets Hitler! Oh, let me make the bullet that gets Hitler! And then I’ll be a QUIET GIRL again. I’m going with a QUIET GUY He’s just like me, loves PEACE AND QUIET He whispered in my ear, “I love you, dear” With his arms around me, here. But now he drills with OTHER ARMS AND he knows what he’s DRILLING FOR. 40 Because he’s gonna shoot the bullet that kills Hitler He’s gonna shoot the bullet that kills Hitler He’s gonna shoot the bullet that kills Hitler So he can have his arms around me here, once more. I know you boys are QUIET GUYS Not one of you would HARM A FLEA And when somebody snarls, “Git off the earth, brother,” You just say, “Pardon me.” But war has changed us all, it seems And ’till we realize our dreams: We all will help to make the bullet that gets Hitler! We’ll help to make the bullet that gets Hitler! And once we make the bullet that gets Hitler! We don’t care if he gets his bullet QUIETLY. Permission— Lunchtime Follies, American Theatre Wing, 149 W . 45th St. N Y 41 THE GOOD REUBEN JAMES By THE ALMANACS Rave you heąyl of a ship called the good Reu- ben James? Mamed by hard fight-ing men both of hon- or and fame. She flew the Stars and Stripes of the Tell me what were their names, tell me ahat were their names? Did you have a friend on the good Reu- ben James? What were their names, tell me what were their names? Did you have a friand on the good Reu- ben James? Have you heard of a ship called the good Reuben Jame&? Manned by hard fighting men both of honor and fame. She flew the Stars and Stripes of the land of the free. But tonight she’s in her grave at the bottom of the sea. Tell me what were their names? Tell me what were their names? Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James? What were their names? Tell me what were their names? Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James? 42 It was there in the dark of that uncertain night That we watched for the U-boat and waited for the light Then a whine and a rock and a great explosion roar And they laid the Reuben James on the cold ocean floor. Chorus Now tonight there are lights in our country so bright In the farms and the cities they are telling of this fight And now our mighty battle-ships steam the bounding main, And avenging the name of the good Reuben James. Chorus 4(׳ BALLAD OF DORIE MILLER By JOSHUA WHITE ־+*tk־ *U f WlJ « N•» tdl'é J>«r־WW » «I* k>*« no r i ^ 1 '״•I •dr, C4M< n t S S m rt . S«n ןייוצ—ik*w » ■־ H e w«.«■'4 . ־ךיg Na״found k't^ DoKe h.lłn- tckind IWlt L When Japan came messin’ roun’ Where she didn’t have no right, There was a man call’d Dorie Miller, That show’d them how to fight, They bombed Pearl Harbor Came from the land of the Rising Sun; But they found big Dorie Miller Behind Uncle Sam’s big Navy gun. He wasn’t a seaman first class, Not even a seaman third; But he dropped them damn dirty bombers, Like a hunter drops a bird, They found Dorie Miller Behind that big Navy gun; He made them Japs wish they’d never left The Land of the Rising Sun. 44 On December the seventh, Didn’t give those Japs no rest; And they took the Navy Cross And pinned it on his chest, Then back to the mess-room With the Navy Cross he won. I don’t see why they didn’t place him Right back behind that big Navy gun. If we want to win this war, And sink those U'boats in the tide Got to have black and white sailors Fightin’ side by side, Just like Dorie Miller, Behind that big Navy gun. And let’s make them dirty Japs Wish they’d never left the Land of the Rising Sun. ■Î5 END JIM CROW By LEWIS ALLAN You—you, there’s something to do, Make Democracy and Freedom Ring loud and true, Let the whole wide world know New York City’s goin’ to end Jim Crow! New York City’s goin’ to end Jim Crow! Yes, yes, end Jim Crow, Yes, yes, end Jim Crow, Democracy has got to grow New York City’s goin’ to end Jim Crow! New York City’s goin’ to end Jim Crow! You—you, there’s something to do, Make Democracy and Freedom Ring loud and true, Speak right out and let them see We can help win Victory. We can help win Victory. 46 Yes, yes, end discrimination, Yes, yes, end segregation, On land, in air, and on the sea, We can help win Victory. We can help win Victory. You—you, there’s something to do, Make Democracy and Freedom Ring loud and true, Show the world that right makes might, Unity of Black and White! Unity of Black and White! Yes, yes, work together, Yes, yes, fight together, Show the world that right makes might, Unity of Black and White! Unity of Black and White! 47 I SPOKE TO JEFFERSON AT GUADALCANAL Lyrics by HY ZARET Music by LOU SINGER I was waiting in a shell hole in the ground, Watching, with my rifle by my side, And • my buddy, who was hurt, Lay beside me in the dirt, And while I kept my lonely vigil Sometime in the night, he died— I was worn out with the endless days of fighting Weary of the hunger and the pain, And the misery and the mud, Must have crept into my blood, For all my courage seemed to ooze out In a way I can’t explain. I was too weak to hold up my head, I looked at my buddy so peaceful and dead “Oh! God, is it worth all of this? I said “What does it matter if the war is lost or won? And then I saw a figure rise, Tall and straight, before my eyes, And it was Thomas Jefferson! I spoke to Jefferson at Guadalcanal, There on the battlefield at Guadalcanal He said, “I once fought for my country, In the first real Peoples’ War, And the rights we won, With our blood and guns, Are the things you’re fighting for! We struggled day and night for our liberty, You must keep up the fight ’till all men are free!” Then I felt new strength and courage, And the hopeless feeling gone, And I said to Thomas Jefferson, “Together we’ll march on!” Permission— Leeds Music Corp., RKO Building, Radio City 48 BELOVED COMRADES LEWIS ALLAN Music by FRED KATZ To you, beloved comrades, We make this solemn vow— The fight will go on, The fight will still go on! Like you, beloved comrades, We pledge our bodies now— The fight will go on, The fight will still go on! Rest here in the earth, Your work is done, You’ll find new birth When we have won, When we have won! Sleep well, beloved comrades, Our work will just begin, The fight will go on ’Till we win, Until we win! 49 OH, YOU'VE GOT TO JOIN THE UNION (Tune: She’ll Be Cornin’ Round the Mountain) By ANNE ALLAN Oh, you’ve got to join the Union right away, Yes, you’ve got to join the Union right away, 1) For the Union is your muscle When it comes to any tussle Oh you’ve got to join the Union right away. 2) All alone you’re weak and pliant But with thousands you’re a giant. 3) If you want your rights defended, And intimidation ended. 4) If you’re sick of politicians, With their personal ambitions. 5) Unions all can help the Nation Getting out the registration. 50 PUT ON YOUR UNION BUTTON (Tune: Put On Your Old Gray Bonnet) By ANNE ALLAN Put on your Union button, Wear your Union button, Wear it proud for everyone to see Put on your Union button Wear it high and struttin’ For a Union victory. Wear your Union button, Put on your Union button, It is Labor’s badge of liberty. Put on your Union button Wear your Union button For it means democracy. 51 KEEPING SCORE FOR '44 (Tune: Oh, Susanna) By VERN PARTLOW Oh, listen all you congressmen, No matter how far you roam, We’re a-keepin’ score for ’44 For we’re the folks back home! So don’t forget you work for us, Be careful how you stray, ’Cause we’ll rare up to greet you On our very next votin’ day! We’ll remember in November How you voted in the Spring We’re a-keepin’ score for ’44 And we won’t miss a thing. Great, great grand-dad at Lexington Gave us democracy, And he wouldn’t like the job you’ve done In nineteen forty-three! You shouted for democracy But only with your mouth, While you kept ten million voters chained By poll-tax laws down South! 52 , You said you’d roll back prices— It was the only way— So then you kicked out subsidies And hog-tied O.P.A. Your Smith committee does a job That Hitler never fears; It fights to wreck our rent control— It speaks for profiteers! So don’t forget the folks back home— Remember what we’re for; We ain’t gonna freeze you in your job Unless you help our war! ”ain’t gonna be “essential־ You Unless you plainly see You gotta stop fightin’ folks at home And fight for victory! Permission— New York Newspaper Guild 53 FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT New Lyrics by LEW IS ALLAN From a tune from the W ar of 1812 "Hey, Betty Martin" Al.r.T>.^oSrvf,jy.״f ' ״W,at Wfmîfùr-wlt rv>a־«^Fl~*nk~li*t J i$.oSC-vel+ K Franklin D. Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Franklin D. Roosevelt, you’re our man. Franklin D. Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Finish the good work you began! Franklin D. Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Choice of the people by consent, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Franklin D. Roosevelt, President. Stay in the White House, Mr. Roosevelt, Here is another four year lease, Stay in the White House, Mr. Roosevelt, We’ll win the war and win the Peace! 54 ROOSEVELT AND FOUR FREEDOMS (Lincoln and Liberty) New Lyrics by LEW IS ALLAN Based on Lincoln's Campaign Song Hurrah for the choice of the nation! Our commander so brave and so true, We’ll go for the world’s re-formation, For Roosevelt and Four Freedoms, too, We’ll go for the choice of the people, The friend and the champion of man, So shout it from rooftop and steeple, For Roosevelt and for Teheran! 55 "ARE YOU BACKING YOUR COMMANDER- IN-CHIEF" HENRY MEYERS Music: JA Y GORNEY EDWARD ELISCU f you're, back ing him up־ P I־in C h ie־der־y®u. back-in0 U-p your Cow-man ^and your Sol-id De-lie ־wr,H» your ■Pull Sup-porf ____ ! ־you're. Hcjkł .ł~ And when^ou־d ,Co," Come on A- m e r - i-ca־־ m«r- i ־help him you're helping all A m m .a rch We ־ ry־ł־־ .Afe you. roi -low-iiuj -Hiru. T*hen "thru, a , Vic um ^ +$*cfif^ły 0|vthc drwin A ^Vum*"t1 èTsf-dle dy״aH W i II march Wlfh a l -g- -w• ף -V■ י r- .mg t o o ^fourt ^on na־łe*um V/l.lt ail ci our Al- |i'e& are march־fl d r iń־n\an ־״GuiSC^ourCoitn~'hy p'ldrwUVe rijM* Com ־H\ -for you. • Are you backing up your Commander-in-Chief? If you’re back him up you’re right! With your full support and your solid belief Your Commander-in-Chief can fight. And when you help him you’re helping all America Come on, America—are you following through— 56 Then through a vict’ry arch We are will march With a rum te tiddledy on the drum A rum te tiddledy um-te-um While all of our Allies are marching too you’re gonna see that sight ’Cause your country picked the right Commander-in-Chief for you. 2nd Ending: While all of our Allies are marching too Americans near and far Will you back up F.D.R. The Commander-in-Chief for you. 57 IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL ROB RUSSELL Music by CHARLES HATHAWAY It’s a small world after all, For our backyard is the China Wall, And front yard discussions Can be held with the Russians Any time at all. It’s a small world after all, Oceans can’t divide us any more. A plane and you’re over, Looking down over Dover, On the English shore. 58 The world is just a lane Where neighbors wander up and down; They’re as real and warm and plain As folks who live in your home town. All for one and one for all, Words of friendship ringing in our ears, A real “free for all world” And to think it’s a small world after all these years. Permission—Lunchtime Follies, American Theatre Wing, 149 W . 45th St. N. Y. VICTORY BEGINS AT HOME HY ZARET Music by EARL ROBINSON Victory begins at home, Victory depends on us. Shoulder to shoulder we’re marching together Marching along with our boys over there. 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