Newspaper Page Text
2
HEARST’S SUNDAY- AMERICAN
Patriotic Songs
2. AMERICA.
)
My country, 'tis of thee,
Bweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing; g
Land where my fathers died! -
Land of the pilgrims’ pride!
From ev'ry mountain side \
Let frcedom ring!
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name 1 love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
- Lake that above,
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that preathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break—
The sound prolong. 3
o
Our fathers' God, to Thee,
Author of liberty, 7
To Thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Praotect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!
3. BATTLE HYMN OF THE
REPUBLIC. A
(B flat.)
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the
coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage
“where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching. on.
Slory, glory, hallelujaht
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on,
I have seen Him in the watch-fires
of a hundred eircling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in
the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by
the dim and flaming lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah! etec.
He hath sounded forth the trumpet
. that shall never call retreat:
He is sifting out the hearts of menm
‘before His judgment seat.
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer
Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah! ete.
6. LA MARSEILLAISE.
Arise, ye children of the nation,
The day of glory now is here!
See the hosts of dark oppression
Their blood-stained banners rear,
Their blood-stained banners rear!
Do yve not heed? roaring the tyrants
go,
Secattering homes and peace;
©Qur sons, our comrades face the foe,
The wounds of war increase.
To arms! Ye warriors all!
Your blood battalions call!
March on, ye free!
. Death shall be ours,
Or glorious liberty!
REFRAIN.
Aux armes, citoyens! .
Formes vos bataillons!
Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
(Copynght, 1917, by G. Schirmer.)
38. WORDS TO THE ARMY
TRUMPZT CALLS'
(A flat)
REVEILLE.
I can't get 'em up. I can't get ‘em; up,
I can’t get 'em up in the morning:
1 can’t get 'em up. I can't get 'em up,
I can’t get 'em up at all.
Corp'rals worse than the privates;
Sergeants worse than the corporals;
Lieutenants worse than the ser
geahts,
An' the capt'ns worst of all
Chorus: 1 can't get 'em up, I ean't
get 'em up, ete.
MIESS CALL.
Seup-y, soup-y, without a single
bean;
Pork-y, pork-y, pork, without -
streak of lean;
Coffee, coffee, coffee, without any
cream (or, the weakest ever
seen),
LI CALE
Come and cet your quinine, come and
et your pulls,
Oh! come and get vour quinine, come
and get your pills.
STABLE CALL.
Come all who are atle and go to the
atable
And water ysu' horses and give
'em some ecorn;
For if you don't do it, the Col'nel will
know it,
And then you w'll rue it, sure as
you're born,
TAPS
Fading ligh.
Dims the sight
Aad a star gems the sky,
Gleaming bright,
From afur drawing nigh,
Falls the night.
Dear one, rest!
In the west
Sahle night
Lulls the day on ker breast,
Sweet, gocd night!
Now away
To thy rest
Love sweet d;eams'
Lo, the beams
Of the light
Fairy moon kiss tLe streams,
Love, good-night!
Ah, 5o so(;n e
v ream
wndP::c:.-f\ “m‘ of !;enmlvuu Military
— A Newspaper for People Who Think
&ictve. There’s a Long Trail ..
In Martial Time (Bwus mot fast)
f P P 5 o nal S i i e
L Idn 80 A 5 i e ot it B i Bl gt ioees
b—p 1y R @ e g g =T = }
S v-——=—-———-=—===='='-'- ek s
Theresa long, long trail a wind- ing__ In-tothe land of —__ my dreams. __
S = S ;
-’.v.;-; B R R AR ——— S S ===-———'_s o ]_""-\_" s e
'4‘7‘?'_‘__. eBN R 1 W A TR W -‘-—_—’ Rl
l'--".—_'—- eil e sl el ek AY R Y e N %"—-
BRet ) i—-"—-"——_--:l-'—- i-. L 4 -'v-‘--"n'.lrF Ll _-"
mmmmma—! |
Rt e e e
e B it _—=—~- Ret i '__ R e A Rel
t = = A ; = : e
A e 1 4 e ee e s e iy e
e~ Wherethe mglt - in~gԤes are sing-ing 'And a white moon
01y - ! \ - . . T —
T B W BTI Rey P N P f
T = e SRR PR
!-v - i
P . o e e n n |
STe e e i e e e S A St w 8 T
-'-l'._—\‘ - - “F’.—-._-'——
"_“lq:‘_m—l—l--’ Rttt nnindidatii i il il A T el eRI
: beams:— 'Theres a long, long nmight of wait- mgc<i Until my dreams all__
l"‘ B el S ? e ! - ."/4 ]
bNy gt Ast T g
T T AR e
4 ’ S s
S T et e e o e,
-"-unx—m.—-"—"—“—--. e e T e el
TPI e ee R P e e e P —
I\ll__-P—’—-fl’-'--—_
PR NG ek the day'« when T be go - ing down. That
’-u——v-—--.:n~=-;n l’“tb- (:--‘“6—-'-—_
I ettt eI rdirrrtirrliidh ettt Mttt el —_’-_'T'_..- -~
g ey ki [ ey [ E e meem—
Lot ‘l;:'—- RN NRN LYY vy WAN A N I NN 1l ====
B e e g e e
- i \i. hant . g ‘ B . s T
A ‘l_ Yy 2 : l[i ” g 3 '
B et ause sttt i A B oet et
e o ————f o e Agy —
‘“im__-q“_u'_\——-n'vt_ m'
W, m' ral 1 ‘il \o4 Ma, yw\- '>
U - . X
R i diesrissii it eAt ettt e i iy B o :—:— —';
RS ms s st e = T S r DSBS
A 3 &"D e 3" Y T £ ‘
T.f U |
—— 3 T P | i
Sy oty eA PP e O b
r-"“_-_—————’—-—-'_—' -;—j—f‘ el
{
1. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.
(B flat.)
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro’ the clouds of the fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs burstipg 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 freedmen shall stand
Between their loved 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!
Good-Bye Broadway; Hello, France . %55
Copyright, ivu,
Leo Feist, Inc.
CHORUS
&4 1 o 4 e 3—® =St ]
Good - bye Broad-wray, Hel « 1o France,._ . We'rg tea, mil® fiom -
L) ') re—————— ™ — e
i-_———.—:—qgi=—========'w-==='=_—m—
= ___jer s stail 3 — o Fw_—pe —F oF — F =
Y.L =L ; ' :
strong, . Good < bye sweet-hearts,wives and moth - ers, Jt won't
R e e e
L;E.—_-:==:_-—.-—-.==i_—%'-'=====_—:=-—___—-——z======_
take wus _lon,..._._‘___ Don't you Wwor - ry, while we're ™ there.. Its for
5 ‘-"_ D . B e I rerisslioer ii ol S
‘-__—-—— :r _.'&y'-_.—'-‘—--—.'—=__:' e sttt
\-.==——- -. mm:.' _-=_—-'— ‘—Q’_
FY L 7 For s T
you we're fight-ing, too, - So good-bye Broad-way, Hel -lo France.
= b o
m 2 !
_— B R 1 R i ]
mgfiég Fie——to ok
ey —— ‘ . !g! —— "
We're going tosquareour_debt _te TRt i JOU ¢ e
SUNDAY, MARCH 31, 1918
63. COME, THOU ALMIGHTY
KING.
Come, Thou Almighty King, help us
Thy name to sing;
Help us to praise, Father all glorious,
o'er all victorious,
Come and reign over us, Ancient of
Days.
Come, Thou Incarnate Word, gird on
Thy mighty sword;
Come and Thy people bless, and give
Thy word success,
Spirit of holiness, on us descend.
64. NOW THE DAY IS OVER.
Now the day is over, night is drawing
nigh;
Shadows of the evening steal across
the sky.
Thro' the long night-watches may Thy
Angels spread
Their white wings above us, watch
ing 'round each bed.