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1918

Camp Song Sheet

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Central Division Army 1. C. A. Music Director.

COMPLIMENTS 0 ARMY V. M. C. A.

6 MR. ZIP, ZIP, ZIP GOOD-BYE BROADWAY, HELLO FRANCE! Key of G Key of G Good morning, Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip, Published by Leo Feist With your hair cut just as short as mine. Good-bye Broadway, Hello France, Good morning, Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip, We're ten million strong; You're surely looking fine. Good-bye sweethearts, wives and mothers, Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, It won't take us long. If the Camels don't get you, the Fatimas must Don't you worry while we're there, Goud morning, Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip, It's for you we're fighting too; With your hair cut just as short as So gooC:-bye Broadway, Hello France, Your hair cut just as short as We're going to square our debt to you. Your hair cut just as short as mine. 7 2 IT'S A LONG WAY TO BERLIN THERE'S A LONG, LONG TRAIL Key of G Key of G Published by Leo Feist Published by Witmark & Sons It's a long way to Berlin, There's a long, long trail a-winding But we'll get there- Into the land of my dreams, Unde Sam will show the way, Where the nightingales are singing Over the line, then across the Rhine, And the white moon beams; Shouting Hip! Hip! Hooray! There's a long, long night of waiting We'll sing Yankee Doodle Until my dreams all come true, Under the Linden, Till the day when I'll be going down With some real live Yankee Pep! Hep! That long, long trail with you. It's a long way to Berlin, -:Bt::. t: ..,_v'f:!. ... b '-t ' -h-e-c"' , And I'm on my way by heck-by heck! 3 SMILE, SMILE, SMILE 8 Key of G JOAN OF ARC Published by Chappell & Co. · Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag Key of G And smile, smile; smile. Published by Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co. When you've a lucifer to light your fag, Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc, Smile, boys, that's the style. Do your eyes, from the skies, see the foe? What's the use of worrying? Don't you see the drooping Fleur-de-lis? It never was worth while, so Can't you hear the tears of Normandy? Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc, And smile, smile, smile. Let your spirit guide us through; Come lead your France to victory; Joan of Arc, they are calling you. 4 WHEN THE GREAT RED DAWN IS SHINING 9 Key of G INDIANA Published by Chappell & Co. When the great red dawn is shining, Key of G When the waiting hours are past, · Published by Shapiro, Bernstein & Co. -When the tears of night are ended, Back home again in Indiana, And I see the day at last; And it seems that I can see I shall come down the road Of sunshine The gleaming candle light still shining bright To a heart that is fond and true, Thru the sycamores for me. When the great red dawn is shining, The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance Back to home, back to love, and you. From the fields I used to roam; When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash, 5 Then I long for my Indiana home. THE LAST LONG MILE Key of G 10 Published by T. B. Harms Co. WE'LL NEVER LET OUR OLD FLAG FALL. Oh it's not the pack that you carry on your back Published by Chappell & Co.• Nor the rifle on your shoulder, We'll never let our old flag fall, Nor the five-inch crust of khaki colored dust For we love it the best of all, That makes you feel your limbs are growing older. We don't want to fight to show our might And it's not the hike on the hard turn-pike But when we r:ght, we'll fight, fight, fight, That wipes away your smile; In peace or war our voices ring, Nor the socks of sister's "My country, 'tis of thee", we sing That raise the •blooming blisters; At the sound of her call, we'll show them all It's the last, long mile. We'll never let our old flag fall. 11 17 PARODY ON LONG, LONG TRAIL OVER THERE Key of B flat There's a long, long trail a-winding Into No Man's Land in France, Published by Leo Feist Where the Shrapnel shells are bursting Over there, over there. But we must advance; Send the word, send the word over there, There'll be lots of drills and hiking That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming, Until our dreams all come true The drums rum-tumming everywhere. But we're going to show the Kaiser So prepare, say a prayer, What the Yankee boys can do. Send the word, send the word to beware. We'll be over, we're coming over, And we won't come back 12 Till it's over over there. PICK A LITTLE FOUR lEAF CLOVER 18 Key of G OH! HOW I HATE TO GET UP IN THE MORNING Published by Forster Music Co. "Oh! how I hate to get up in the morrting, Composed by Abe Olman, Camp Johnston Oh! how I'd love to remain in bed; For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call, Pick a little four leaf clover You've got to get up, you've got to get up, you've got to get up this And send it over to me morning! Out on the battle field, Just like an armor-shield, I. Some day I'm going to murder the bugler, It will help me win the victory. Some day they're going to find him dead; For the four leaf clover makes wishes come true I'll amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily, And my heart's yearning and wishing for you, And spend the rest of my life in bed." So won't you pick a little four leaf clover And send it over to me. ' 19 SEND ME A CURL 13 Key of B flat Published by Huntzinger & Dilworth KEEP THE HOME FIRES BURNING There's a corner in my heart Key of G That I'm keeping all apart Published by Chappell & Co. For thelittle girl I left behind. I can see her waiting there Keep the home fires burning, With the flowers in her hair While your hearts are yearning. And the roses in her cheeks entwined: Though your lads are far away, So when you're thinking of me over yonder, fhey dream of nome. When you wonder what'l want to wear, ­ There's a silver lining Send a pretty little curl Through the dark cloud shining, From the sweetest little girl in my home town. Turn the dark cloud inside out Till the boys come home. 20 LADDIE lN KHAKI Published by Cappell & Co. 14 Laddie in khaki, I'm waiting for you, IT'S A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY I want you to know that my heart beats true. It's a long way to Tipperary, it's a long way to go; I'm longing and praying and living for you It's a long way to Tipperary, to the sweetest girl I know; So come back little Laddie in khaki. Good-bye, Piccadilly; farewell, Leicester Square; It's a long, long way to Tipperary, but my heart's right there! 21 LONG BOY Key of C 15 Published by Shapiro, Bernstein & Co. SMILES Good-bye, Ma. Good-bye, Pa! There are smiles that make us happy, Good-bye, Mule, with yer old hee-haw! There are smiles that make·us blue, I may not know what th' war is about, There are smiles that steal away the teardrops But you bet, by gosh, I'll soon find out. As the sunbeams steal away the dew; An', 0 my sweetheart, don't you fear There are smiles that have a tender meaning, I'll bring you a king for a souvenir; That the eyes of love alone can see; I'll get you a Turk an' a kaiser, too, And the smiles that fill my life with sunshine An' that's about all one feller can do. A : e the smiles that you give to me. 22 I MAY BE GONE FOR A LONG, LONG TIME 16 Key of F KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN ALLEMAND Published by Al. Von Tilzer Key of B flat I may be gone for a long, long time Long, long time; long, long time; Keep your head down Allemand, But when I go you will know Keep your head down Allemand,, That I'll always pine for the time Last night in the pale moonlight When you'll be mine; W e saw you, we saw you, Be true to me for a long, long time, You were mending your broken wire Rain or shine, sweetheart mine, As we opened with rapid fire. And I'll be just as true to you If you want to see your Vater in the Vaterland As to the Red, White and Blue Keep your head down Allemand. Tho' I'm gone for a long, long time. 23 28 SHE WEARS A RED CROSS UPON HER SLEEVE. WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE? By Harry C . Eldridge, Ft. Thomas Y. M. C. A. Key of A flat Here's a song to the Red Cross soldier, Where do we- go from here, boys; Here's a song for the girl who dares, Where do we go from here? Here's a cheer for the girl who honors Slip a pill to Kaiser Bill All the uniform she wears. And make him shed a tear­ Though you~ way may be long and weary; And when we see the enemy Ifyour path should be bathed in tears, We'll shoot them in the rear. You can count on aid from the Red Cross maid, Oh joy, oh boy, W ith her work that soothes and cheers. Where do we go from here?

24 29 ON MOONLIGHT BAY Key of A flat BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC We were sailing along Key of B flat On Moonlight Bay, Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; We could hear the voices ringing, He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; They seemed to say: He hath loosed the fateful lightnings of His terrible swift sword! "You have stolen my heart, His truth is marching on. Now don't go away," ! As we sang "Love's Old Sweet Song" Glory, glory, hallelujah! On Moonlight Bay. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. 25 I I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps; MEET ME TONIGHT IN DREAMLAND They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; Key of A flat I have read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; Meet me tonight in dreamland His truth is marching on. Under the silvery moon; Meet me tonight in dreamland, Where love's sweet roses bloom. 30 Come with the lovelight gleaming In your dear eyes .of blue. MARSEILLAISE HYMN Meet me in dreamland, sweet dreamy dreamland, There let my dream come true. Key of E fiat Ye sons of France, awake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! 26 Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary Behold their tears and hear their cries! WHEN YANKEE DOODLE LEARNS TO PARLEZ VOUS Behold their tears and hear their cries! FRANCAIS. Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, When Yankee Doodle learns to Parlez vous Francais, in the proper With hireling hosts, and ruffian band, way, Affright and desolate the land, He will call each girlie "Ma Cherie," While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To every Miss that wants a kiss he'll say Wee, Wee, CHORUS On Ze Be, On Ze Bou, To arms, to arms, ye.brave! On Ze Boule, Boulevard, Th' avenging .sword unsheathed! With a ~irl, with a curl you can see him promenade March on, march on! all hearts resolved When Yankee Doodle learns to Parlez vous Francais, On victory or death. "Oo La La, Sweet Papa," he will teach them all to say.

31 27 . A PERFECT DAY THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER Key of A flat Key of B flat [Copyrighted by Carrie Jacobs-Bond] Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hai'l'd at the twilight's last gleaming, When you come to the end of a perfect day Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro' the perilous fight And you sit alone with your thought, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? While the . ~himes ring out with a carol gay And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, For the joy that the day has brought Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there. Do you think what the end of a perfect day Can mean to a tired heart _ Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave When the sun goes down with a flaming ray O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? And the dear friends have to part? Oh, thus be it ever when free-men shall stand Well, this is the end of a perfect day, Near the end of a journey, too; Between their lov'd homes and wild war's desolation. But it leaves a thought that is big and strong Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n resGued land With a wish that is kind and true. Praise the pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation! For mem'ry has painted this perfect day Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust!" With colors that never fade. And we find at the end of a perfect day And the star-spangled banner. in triumph shall wave The soul of a friend we've made. O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! 32 36 CARRY ME BACK TO OLD VIRGINNY ROLL, JORDAN, ROLL. Key of A fiat Key of E ~ :> t Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, Roll, Jordan, Roll, Roll, Jordan, Roll, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime, I want to go to Heaven when I die, There's where this old darkey's heart has long'd to go. To hear Jordan roll. There's where I labored so hard for old Massa Oh, brothers, you ought t'have been there, Yes, my Lor.Q ! Day after day in the fields of yellow corn. A sitting in the Kingdom, to hear Jordan roll. No place on earth do I love more sincerely Than old Virginny, the state where I was born.

Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, 37 There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime, There's where the old darkey's heart has long'd to go. COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, 33 A world offers homage to thee. Thy mandates make heroes assemble, OLD BLACK JOE When Liberty's form stands in view; Key of D fiat Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white and blue; Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay; When borne by the red, white and blue, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away; When borne by the red, white and blue; Gone from the earth to a better land I know, Thy banners make tyranny tremtle, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe." When borne by the red, white and blue. I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low. I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe."

Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain? Why do I sigh that my friends come not again? 38 Grieving for forms now departed long ago, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe." DIXIE LAND I wish I was in de land ob cotton, Old times dar am not forgotten, 34 Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land. In Dixie land where I was born in, OLD FOLKS AT HOME Early on one frosty mornin', Key of D fiat Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land. Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away, There's where my heart is turning ever, CHORUS There's where the old folks stay. Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray! All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam, In Dixie land I'll take my stand, Still longing for the old plantation, To lib and die in Dixie; And for the old folks at home. Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie. All the world am sad and weary, everywhere I -roam. Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie. Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks at home.

39­ 35 AMERICA OLD KENTUCKY HOME My country, 'tis of thee Key of F Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; The sun shines bright in my old Kentucky home, Land where my fathers died, 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay; Land of the pilgrims' pride, The corntop's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom, From ev'ry mountain side While the birds make music all the day. Let freedom ring. The young folks roll on the little ~abin floor, All merry, all happy and bright; Our fathers' God, to Thee, Bye and bye "Hard Times" comes a-knocking at the door, Author of liberty, Then my old Kentucky home, good night. To Thee we sing; Long may our land be bright Weep no more, my lady, oh, weep no more today. With freedom's holy light; We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home, Protect us by Thy might, For the old Kentucky home, far away. Great God, our King.

40 K-K-K-Ka-ty, beautiful Ka-ty, You're the on-ly g-g-i,,-girl that I a-dore: When the m-m-m-moon shines, 0-ver the cow-shed, I 'll be wait-ing at the,k-k-k-kitch-en door.