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16. PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES
IN YOUR OLD KIT-BAG.
Pack up your troubles in your old
kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile;
While you've a lucifer to light your
fag,
Smile, boys—that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your ol&
kit-bag,
Angd smile, smile, smile!
, 1915, in all countries by Francis,
KX;)T? Huater, mddpiblished by special ar
rangement with T B. Harms, Francis, Day &
Hunter, and Chappq & Co,, Lid., 41 E. 34th
st.. New York City.)
86. THEY MADE IT TWICE AS
NICE AS PARADISE AND THEY
CALLED IT DIXIELAND.
(A parody to tune of “Dixie.”)
We're mighty proud that we are
southern,
And mighty glad we are to know
That our fathers always did thelr
part
In the days of long ago:
And now when worldwide war clouds
gather
O’er the land of the brave and the
free,
Keep your “eagle” eye on Dixie,
Axd T'll tell you what you're bound
to see:
When the bugle sounds the call to
.arms,
They will hear from Dixieland.
From all the offices and stores and
farms,
They will come from Dixleland.
You can take this tip from me,
That the soul of “Sixty-three”
Will never be forgotten in the land
of cotton,
Ey the sons of the men of Lee;
Anc you will see us rebeis marching
forth, ¢
Armr in arm and breast to breast,
With all the gallant sons of the
Yankee North,
And those from the East and West;
For we are hard to stop, and we're
quick to start,
When glory joins with duty lin the
southern heart,
Let anyone get gay with the U. 8. A,
And the South will do her part.
CHEER UP 'LiZA.
Cheer up! we're off today,
Cheer up! while I'm away, -
Take care of “Times Square” and
Every spot on old Broadway.
Cheer up? Eliza, do,
Soon I'll be back to you,
There’s a little job that must be done,
And doing it will just be fun.
Refrain:
So it's cheer up! 'Liza,
I'll. be a whole lot wiser,
And I'll come back soon
So dont’ you care.
I'm a kid you must admit,
And I'll love to do my bit,
For- they need me over there,
So its’ cheer up! 'Liza,
I'm going to “can” the Kaiser,
And that's all that I have got to, do.
Ch! I don’t mean to brae, \
But I'll grabh a German flag,
And bring it back to you.
Cheer up! at last we're in,
Cheer up! put on a grin,
Some where in France, there,
T'he thought of you witl make us win,
Cheer up! The pay I'll earn,
I'll bring when I return,
To the little girl that I love best,
And I'll wear a medal on my chest,
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?
Where do we go from here, boys,
Where do we go from here?
Anywhere from Harlem to a Jers:y
City pier;
When Pat would spy a pretty girl,
He'd whisper-in her ear, ?
“Oh joy, Oh bey, -
Where do we go from here?”
Where do- we zo fromx here, boys,
Where do we go from here?
Paddy’s neck was in a wreck,
But stil he had no fear;
He saw a‘dead man next to him,
And whispered in his ear,
“Oh joy. Oh boy, h
Where do we go from here?”
Where do we go fromr here, boys, -
Where do we go from here?
OUR soldier and sailor boys have been taught by the Training Camp Comris
sion’s song leaders all to sing the same songs. The government knows the
value of song to win victories. The official selection is here given as set down
in the army book. The numbers correspond to the numbers in the book. Quite
ATLANTA, GA., SUNDAY, MARCH 31, 1918,
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in-to Heli —go, outof Hel-1-go- land. Yip” We're-land ot
Slip a pill to Kaiser Bill
And make him shed a tear;
And when we see the enem
‘We'll shoot them in the rear.
“Oh joy, Oh boy,
Where do- we go from here?”
WHERE THE MORNING GLORIES
‘ - GROW.
I remember, I remember »
The place wherée I was born,
Where the morning gleries twine
Arcund the door at early morn,
I've forgotten, I've forgotten* y
‘How long I'Ve been away .
But I'd like to wander back again
Down the lane of yesterday.
REFRAIN: .
I want to wake up in the morning
Where the morning glorvies grow,
When the sun comes peepin’ in
‘Where I'm sleepin’
And tne song birds say “Hello”
I long to wander in the wildwood
Where the rippling waters flow
And go drifting bagk to childhood
Where the morning glories grow,
19.—1 MAY BE GONE FOR A
LONG, LONG TIME.
I may be gone Zor a long long time,
Long, long time; long, iong time;
But when I ge
You will know
That I'll alwavs Line
For the day wrnen you’l' be mine.
~Be true to me ior a long, long time,
Rain or shine, sweetheart mine,
And T'll be just as true to you
As to the Red, White and Blue,
Though I'm gone for a long, long
tinre.
{Copyright, 1917, by Broadway Music Corpora
tion, Wil Voo Tilzer, president, 145 W, 45th
st. New York City.) .
35. TULIP AND ROSE.
When you w,ore a tulip, a sweet yel
low tulip,
-~ And L wore a big red rose;
When you caressed me, it was then
Heaven blessed me—
What a blessing, no one Knows.
You made life cheery when you calied
me “dearie”;
'Twas down where the blue grass
C grows; :
Your lips were sweeter than julep
when you wore a tulip
And 1 were-a big red rose,
(Used by permision of Lep WNeist, owners of
CODYrIgnT. ;
often the song book gives but the refrains of songs, but the compleie selection
embraces a song for every mood. They are worth while to von. Do youw
KNOW THE WORDS of our great songs? Do vou know the words of our
national songs? Remember, our boys are singing them “somewhere in France”
4. THERE'S A LONG, LONG
4 TRAIL.
A tlat.)
Nights are grewing very lonely,
Days are very leng;
Tm a-growing weary ornly
List’'nirz for gour scng.
Old remembrances aze thronging
Through my meraory, :
Tiil it s:ems the .world is full of
g dreans
Just to cail yoa back te me. .
There's a long, cng trail a-winding
Inte the land of my dreams,
Where the nightinga'er are singing
-And the white mcen beams;
There’s a long, long night of walting
Until my dreams 11 come true
Till the dey when T 1! be going down
- That icne, loag *rail with you.
(Used bw permission of M. Witmark & S,s, pubs
iishers and owners es the copyright.)
21. THE STAMMERING SONG.
K-K-K-Katy beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-irk that I
adore: % .
Wten the m-m-m-moon shines over
-the c-c-c-cow shed, ¥
I'll be waiting at the k-k-K-kithen
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