Over There
Composer(s): George M. Cohan
Performer(s): American Quartet;
and various other artists
Johnnie get your gun, get your 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
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
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!
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
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