Speranza
Songs of the Great War
1914
Knight and Lyle, “Cinderella: a pantomime”.
HERE WE ARE HERE WE
ARE HERE WE ARE AGAIN
Pat & Mac & Tommy & Jack & Joe
when
there’s trouble brewing
when there’s something doing
are we downhearted
no let 'em all come
HERE WE ARE HERE WE ARE HERE WE ARE AGAIN
we’re fit
& well & feeling right as rain
never mind the weather now then all
together
hullo hullo here we are again.
1914
Albert Gumble/A.
Seymour Brown.
where the honey suckle vine twines itself around the door
a
sweetheart mine is waiting patiently for me
I can hear the whippoorwill tell
me softly from the hill
her mem'ry haunts you
Rebecca wants you
so
come back to SunnyBrook Farm.
There's a farm upon a
hill, down in Maine,
And there a little girlie waits for me,
Rebecca is
her name.
When we wandered down the lane, Just we two,
And she was
grieving when I was leaving
And then I promised to be true.
I can see her
just the same, standing there,
And she had on her little gingham gown And
ribbons in her hair.
My Rebecca looked so sweet,Dressed so plain,
I knew
I'd miss her,I longed to kiss her,
And so I'm going back again.
1914
W. H. Squire/Ada
Harris.
there's an old-fashioned house, in an old-fashioned street
in a
quaint little old-fashioned town
there’s a street where the cobblestones
harass the feet
as it struggles up-hill and then down
& though to and
fro through the world I must g
my heart, while it beats in my
breast
where'er I may roam, to that old-fashioned home
will fly like a
bird to its nest.
in that old-fashioned house, in that old-fashioned
street
dwell a dear little old-fashioned pair
I can see their two faces so
tender and sweet
& I love every wrinkle that's
there.
1914
Felix Arndt. Operatic Nightmare: Desecration No. 2
1914
M: Blance T. Tice, w: Frank Connor.
YOU
SEEM TO BE FORGETTING ME
just like the rose forgets the dew
you seem to
be forgetting me
for you are not so fond and true
your blush bespeaks of
sunkissed cheeks
& happy days that used to be
& through my heart
yourr love still seeks
YOU SEEM TO BE FORGETTING
ME
Along the distant shores of time,
In days when you
and I first met,
My life was crowned with joy sublime,
A joy I never can
forget;
We strolled in loveland's mystic realm,
Our path with sweetest
flowers strewn,
Like flowers rare that blossomed there,
Fond hopes have
faded all too soon.
I call you sweetheart just the same,
As in the
golden days gone by,
There's something sacred in the name,
Although it
often brings a sigh;
There comes to me by night and day,
Sweet mem'ries of
the long ago,
With love so true I dream of you,
Although it grieves me now
I know.
1914
Irving Berlin
I love the
cows & chickens
but THIS IS THE LIFE THIS IS THE LIFE
I love to
raise the dickens
while I'm cabareting
where the band is playing;
I
love the homemade cider but I'd rather have wine
no more picking berries me
for cocktail cherries
THIS IS THE LIFE THIS IS THE LIFE
THIS IS THE LIFE
for mine.
Farmer Brown came to town,
Started to take
in the sights:
Cabarets, swell cafes,
Took up most of his nights,
After
seven days or so,
After seeing ev'ry show,
After meeting May and
Flo,
Farmer Brown remarked:
Missis Brown, out of town,
Wrote to
her husband and said: "Please come home,
I'm alone!" When her letter he
read,
Farmer Brown took off his coat,
Sat right down and then he
wrote,
To his wife a little note,
This is what he said:
1914
Walter Donovan/Arthur Fields.
Aba,
daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab
said the Chimpie to the Monk
Baba,
daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab
said the Monkey to the Chimp
all night
long they'd chatter away
all day long they were happy and gay
swinging and
singing in their hunky tonkey way
Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba,
dab
means "Monk I love but you," "Baba, daba, dab,"
in monkey talk means
"Chimp I love you too,"
Then the big baboon, one night in June,
He
married them, and very soon
They went upon their aba, daba honeymoon. moon.
'Way down in the Congo Land
Lived a happy
chimpanzee,
She loved a monkey with a long tail,
(Lordy, how she loved
him!)
Each night he would find her there,
Swinging in the cocoanut
tree,
And the monkey gay, at the break of day,
Loved to hear his Chimpie
say:
Well, you should have heard
that band Play upon their wedding
day,
Each Chimp and Monkey had nutshells,
Lordy, how they played
them;
And now it is ev'ry night,
High up in the cocoanut tree,
It's the
same old thing, with the same old swing,
When the Monk and Chimpie
sing:
"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the
Chimpie to the Monk,
"Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,"
Said the
Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they'd chatter away,
All day long they
were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky tonkey way.
"Aba,
daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,"
means "Monk I love but you," "Baba,
daba, dab,"
in monkey talk means "Chimp I love you too,"
And now they
cry, "This is the life,"
Since they came from their aba, daba honeymoon.
1914
M: Harry Carroll, w: Harold R. Atteridge.
by
the sea by the sea BY THE BEAUTIFUL SEA
you and I, You and I, oh! how happy
we'll be
when each wave comes a-rolling in
we will duck or swim
&
we'll float and fool around the water
over and under, and then up for
air
Pa is rich, Ma is rich so now what do we care
I love to be beside your
side
Beside the sea, beside the seaside
Joe and Jane
were always together,
Said Joe to Jane "I love Summer weather,
So let's go
to that beautiful sea,
Follow along, Say you're with me!"
Anything that
Joe would suggest to her,
Jane would always think it was best for her,
So
he'd get his Ford,Holler
"All aboard Gee I want to be."
Joe was
quite a sport on a Sunday,
Though he would eat at Child's on a Monday,
And
Jane would lose her millionaire air,
And go to work,Marcelling hair,
Ev'ry
Sunday he'd leave his wife at home,
Say "It's bus'ness, honey, I've got to
roam,"
Then he'd miss his train, Get his Ford and Jane,
And say "Come
with me."
1914
M: F. Henri Klickmann, w: Casper
Nathan.
LITTLE LOST SISTER roaming alone
you need the love that you knew
way back home
back when the skies are blue
back where all hearts are
true
LITTLE LOST SISTER far from the fold
just drop the folks a
line
say you'll go home to your mother & brother
LITTLE LOST SISTER
mine.
Little girl, you're the sister of someone,
Little
girl, you're a daughter too;
Tho' you're bowed down with shame,
there's a
home where your name
Is remembered by parents true.
Little girl, you're
intended for someone,
For someone whose affection would last;
If love
entered your heart, all your woes would depart,
And you'd quickly forget the
past.
Little girl, you'd look better in gingham,
Than you look in your
stylish gown;
Say "Goodbye" to "White lights"
and their doubtful
delights,
Say "Hello" to the old home town.
Little girl, make your life
worth the living,
Your true friends are the same as of old;
Leave the city
behind, and you're certain to find,
All the blessings this life can hold.
1914
M: Fred Heltman, w: A. H.
Eastman
in my dreams I see her
when the shad-ows cast their
spells
when the lights are burning low
& love its secret
tells
tells the wondrous secret
o my dar-ling I love you
& I wak-en
& I won-der
WILL MY DREAMS COME TRUE
My thoughts have strayed
to a lit-tle maid, So far a-way;
A-way a-mong the hills she lives,
And there my heart would stay.
Her eyes are bright,
and her
foot-steps light,
And she is fair;
Her smile is sweet and she is neat,
And she has gold-en hair.
I'll go a-way to the hills to-day,
I'll
meet her there;
My lit-tle maid with heart so gay,
So light, so free
from care.
And I will see what my fate shall be,
For I know well, Though
love is blind,
yet love is kind, And love will al-ways tell.
In
my dreams I see her,
And I know that she is mine;
And I know she loves me
with
A love al-most di-vine;
And I whis-per soft-ly:
"O I love you,
yes, I do!"
Then I wak-en and I won-der,
will my dreams come true.
1914
M: Harry von Tilzer, w: Andrew B.
Sterling.
ALL ABOARD FOR DREAMLAND
jump on a trolley with Maudie or
Mollie
& ALL ABOARD FOR DREAMLAND
it's out of sight
that's the
place for sweet-hearts
ice cream and kiss-es, oh
there's where the bliss
is
so ALL ABOARD FOR DREAMLAND
on a sum-mer's night.
I know
some place to go
when a soft moon beams,
Sweet-hearts all love to call
it
the land of dreams;
Just out-side of the town
not so far a-way,
Go for a ride,
with your girl by your side,
at the close of day.
Down in Dream-land,
you waltz with your on-ly one,
Then you spoon
'neath the moon
when the dance is done;
When you kiss her good-night,
with a smil-ing face,
She'll whis-per low,
"meet me next Sun-day,
Joe, at the same old place."
1914
Carrie
Jacobs-Bond/Fred Jacobs Smith.
Out in life's garden, where sympathy
grew,
I found a heart, 'twas the heart of you.
In that same garden
devotion grew,
And I found a soul, 'twas the soul of you.
And still
farther on, where the flow'rs are few,
I looked for hours, through the mist
and dew,
Till I found my ideal, and Mother, my Mother,
My Mother, 'twas
you.
1914
M: George W. Meyer, w:
Alfred Bryan
THE HIGHT COST OF LOVING THE HIGH COST OF LOVING
it's driving
me mad yes driving- me mad
the high cost of living is on- ly a joke
the
high cost of loving is keep- ing me broke,
You bor- row from mother, from
sister and brother
you try to keep up with the style
ev'ry brick layers
daughter, drinks wine just like water
I'll have to stop loving a
while.
Billy O' Higgins Was feeling quite sad,
His little
sweetheart was treating him bad,
His weekly earnings were fifteen
dollars,
That only paid for his shirts collars.
Each time he'd ask her to
go to a show,
All of her family wanted to go,
She'd call a taxi to take
them all home,
Then you would hear poor Billy moan.
Each night they'd
linger around cabarets,
She could spend money in ten different ways,
After each drink, or a moment later,
All of his change she would tip
waiter.
When they played music his poor heart would sink,
She'd treat the
orchestra all to a drink,
He would sit there and spend dime after
dime,
While all that she'd spend was her
time.
1914
M:
Jerome Kern, w: Schuyler Greene & Herbert Reynolds
Little Lady don't be
depressed and blue,
After all we're both In the same canoe
Have no fear,
can't you see I'm here?
And till our journey is through,
Little Lady I
will take care of you.
Give me your hand, here where we stand,
We're off
to Slumberland,
Come, dry your eyes; I'll sympathize
Like a father,
mother, brother.
Moon- light is bright, kiss me goodnight,
Just like a
sister should,
Then put on your little hood,
And we'll both be, Oh, twice
so good!
Like the BABES IN THE WOOD
(SHE) When the babes were lost In the
gloomy wood,
It's no wonder they were so very good.
Fourteen angels were
watching them,
So all the story books state,
Sandman's coming now, It is
getting late.
Give me your hand, I understand
We're off to Slumber With
you,
I'll go although- we've no
Angel chorus watching o'er
us.
Moonlight is bright, kiss me goodnight,
Just like a brother
should,
I'll put on my little hood,
But we'll both be as good!
As the
babes In the wood.
1914
M: Gus Edwards, w: Blanche
Merrill
she lives JUST ’ROUND THE CORNER FROM BROADWAY
in the shadows of
Long Acre square
but tho’ she lives next door to Broadway
you never see
her there
a little slow perhaps that's so
but just the kind of girl
your mother likes you to know
& I only pray that she'll always stay
JUST ’ROUND THE CORNER FROM BROADWAY
.
There's a goody, goody
girlie
that you se most ev'ry day,
she's known as Mary,
Just modest
Mary,
You can spot her in a million
as she walks along the way,
My
modest Mary,
my own Queen Mary,
She's in in a class all by herself, you
bet,
No wise guys, who have tried, have won her yet,
She's the little
money earner
of her little Home, Sweet Home
And with her mother, her
sweet old mother:
She looks like a country lassie
and she's just a little
green
My modest Mary
My pretty Mary,
But you couldn't make me swap
her
for a Duchess or a Queen
My modest Mary
my sweetheart Mary
if
ever I took Mary down the line,
She'd make ev'ry other girl look like a
shine,
And you'd hear the white light reubens ask me
where I found that
dream,
And then I'd answer,
I'd proudly answer:
1914
HELLO HELLO WHO’S YOUR LADY FRIEND
who's
the little girlie by your side
I've seen you with a girl or two
oh oh oh I
am surprised at you
hello hello stop your little games
don't you think
your ways you ought to mend
it isn't the girl I saw you with at Uvongo
who
who who’s your lady friend
Jeremiah Jones a lady's man was
he.
Ev'ry pretty girl he loved to spoon:
Till he found a wife,
And down
beside the sea.
Went to Margate for the honeymoon;
But when he strolled a
long the promenade
With his little wife, just newly wed.
He got an awful
scare
When someone strolling there,
Come up to him and winked and
said.
Jeremiah took his wife's mama one night;
Round to see a
moving picture show.
There upon the screen,
A picture came in
sight
Jeremiah cried "He'd better go,"
For on that picture there was
Jeremiah
With a pretty girl upon his knee.
Ma cried, "What does it
mean?"
Then pointing to the screen.
The people yelled at Jones with
glee.
Jeremiah now has settled down in life.
Said Goodbye to frills and
furbelows:
Never thinks of girls
Except his darling wife.
Always takes
her ev'rywhere he goes,
By jove, why! There he is you naughty boy!
With a
lady too you're rather free.
Of course you'll stake your life
The lady is
your wife,
But tell me on the strict Q. T.
Christmas pantomime were Jone's
chief delight,
Once he madly loved the Fairy Queen.
There behind the
scenes
He spoon'd with her one night.
Someone for a lark pulled up the
scenes,
And there was poor old Jones upon the stage.
With his arm around
the lady fair.
The house began to roar,
From galltry down to
floor.
Then ev'rybody shouted there.
1914
"La
Cucaracha" w. (Eng) Stanley Adams m. arr. Juan Y.
D'Lorah
1914
The tune of the song was
popular in the French army in the 1830s. The original words told of the
encounter of an inn-keeper's daughter, named Mademoiselle de Bar le Luc, with a
German officer. During the Franco-Prussian war of 1870, the tune was
resurrected, and again in 1914 when the Old Contemptibles got to know of it.
There are a couple of claims to having written the “Armenteers” lyrics for this
song. Edward Rowland and a Canadian composer, Lt. Glitz Rice, is one pair; Harry
Carlton and Joe Tunbridge is another. Lastly, many also refer to the famous
British songwriter Harry Wincott. The first recording of the song occurred in
1915 by Jack Charman.
Mademoiselle from Armentières
Par ley
voo,
Mademoiselle from Armentières
Par ley voo,
Mademoiselle from
Armentières,
She hasn't been kissed for forty years,
Hinky, Dinky Par ley
voo.
Our top kick in Armentières
Soon broke the spell of forty years,
O
Mademoiselle from gay Paree,
You certainly did play hell with me.
One
night I had a "beaucoup" jack,
Till a Mademoiselle got on my track.
The
Mademoiselle from St. Nazaire,
She never washed her underwear.
The colonel
got the Croix de Guerr,
The sunofagun was never there.
Twas a hell of a
war as we recall,
But still, 'twas better than no war at all.Farmer have you
a daughter fair
Par ley voo,
Farmer have you a daughter fair
Par ley
voo,
Farmer have you a daughter fair
Who washes the family
underwear
Hinky, Dinky Par ley voo.
With her I flirted, I confess,
But
she got revenge when she said "yes"
The doughboy he went over the
top
Because he had no place to stop.
From gay Paree he heard guns
roar,
And all he learned was 'je t'adore".
The day we sailed away from
Brest
I said "Goodbye" and thought the rest.
Twelve long, rainy months or
more,
I spent hunting for that war.
Where are the girls who used to
swarm
About me in my uniform?
Mademoiselle from
Armentières
Par ley voo,
Mademoiselle from Armentières
Par ley
voo,
You might forget the gas and shell
You'll never forget the
Mademoiselle
Hinky, Dinky Par ley voo.
1914
Ford – Novello.
KEEP THE HOME FIRES BURNING
while your hearts are yearning
tho’
the lads are far away they dream of home
there's a silver lining,
thru the
dark clouds shining
turn the dark cloud inside out till the boys come
home.
they were summoned from the hillside
they were called in from the
glen
& the country found them ready
at the stirring call for
men
let no tears add to their hardship,
as the soldiers pass
along
& altho’ your heart is breaking
make it sing this cheery
song.
1914
"Colonel Bogey - March" m.Kenneth J. Alford -- Major
Fredrick Joseph Ricketts, born in London on February 21, 1881. By the time he
was 14 he had lost both of his parents. Yearning for a career in military music
he lied about his age to join the Royal Irish Regiment. He remained in the army
until 1927, when he was commissioned into the Royal Marines as a Director of
Music. He retired in 1944 in rather poor health and died in the following year
on May 15, 1945. He is renowned as Britain’s “March King” yet unlike John Philip
Sousa, who composed at least a hundred and thirty examples, his reputation rests
on just eighteen marches. No-one would mistake one of his marches for one of
Sousa. One of the most probable explanations for the creation of Colonel Bogey’s
march was that Alford was a keen walker and regularly took his walks on the golf
course at Fort George in N.E. Scotland 9 miles from Inverness. Alford was
serving with the 93rd Highlanders preparing for the call to arms in mainland
Europe. While playing golf one of the members whistled the first two notes (B
flat and G) instead of calling ‘Fore!’, and with impish spontaneity was answered
by Alford with the next few notes. There was little sauntering—Moray Firth’s
stiff breezes encouraged a good crisp stride. These little scraps of whistling
appeared to ‘catch on’ with the players & from that beginning the quick
march was built up.”
1914
God be with our boys
tonight
Sanderson.
1914
She only answered
ting-a-ling-a-ling
the bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
for you but not
for me:
for me the angels sing-a-ling-a-ling,
they've got the goods for
me.
o death where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling
o grave, thy victoree
the
bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
for you but not for
me.
1914
Words by R. P. Weston. Music by Herman
Darewski.
SISTER SUSIE’S SEWING SHIRTS FOR SOLDIERS
such skill at sewing
shirts our shy young sister Susie shows
some soldiers send epistles
say
they'd sooner sleep in thistles
than the saucy soft short shirts for soldiers
sister Susie sews.
Sister Susie's sewing in the
kitchen on a "Singer",
There's miles and miles of flannel on the floor
And
up the stairs,
And father says it's rotten getting mixed up with the
cotton,
And sitting on the needles that she leaves upon the chairs.
And
should you knock at our street door
Ma whispers, "Come inside."
Then when
you ask where Susie is,
She says with loving pride:
Piles and piles
and piles of shirts she sends out to the soldiers,
And sailors won't be
jealous when they see them,
Not at all.
And when we say her stitching will
set all the soldiers itching,
She says our soldiers fight best when their
back's against the wall.
And little brother Gussie, he who lisps when he says
"yes",
Says "Where's the cotton gone from off my kite?
Oh, I can
gueth!"
I forgot to tell you that our sister Susie's
married,
And when she isn't sewing shirts
She's sewing other
things.
Then little sister Molly says,
"Oh, sister's bought a
dolly.
She's making all the clothes for it
With pretty bows and
strings."
Says Susie:
"Don't be silly"
As she she blushes and she
sighs.
Then mother smiles and whispers with a twinkle in her
eyes:
1914
Jerome Kern – From “The Girl from
Utah: a musical comedy”.
& when I told them
how
beautiful you were
THEY DIDN’T BELIEVE ME
your eyes your cheeks
your
mouth, your hair
are in a class beyond compare
you’re the loveliest girl
that one can see
& when I tell them
& I certainly going to tell
them
that I’m the man whose wife one day you’ll be
they’ll never believe
me
they’ll never believe me
that from this brave big world
you’ve
chosen me.
Great War parody:
& when they ask us how
dangerous it was oh we'll never tell them no we'll never tell them
we spent
our pay in some café
& fought wild women night & day
'twas the
cushiest job we ever had
& when they ask us & they're certainly going
to ask us
the reason why we didn't win the Croix de Guerre
oh we'll never
tell them, oh we'll never tell them
there was a front, but damned if we knew
where.
1915
THE LUGGAGE VAN AHEAD
A traditional railway song
from Australia (Circa 1915)
Click HERE for a Guitar Tab version.
On the
midnight express as the train rattled on
All the passengers had gone to
bed
All save one young man with a babe on his knee
Who sat there with a
bowed down head
One commenced crying just then
As though it's poor heart
would break
When an angry man said make that child stop it's noise
It's
keeping us all a-wake
Put it out said another don't keep it in here
We've
paid for our berths and want rest
But never a word said the man with the
child
As he fondled it close to his chest
Oh where is it's mother go take
it to her
A young woman softly then said.
I wish to god that I could, was
the man's sad reply
But she's dead in the van a-head
While the train
rolled onwards the husband sat in tears
Thinking of the happiness of just a
few short years
Baby's face brings pictures of a cherished one who's
dead
But baby's cries can't waken her
In the luggage van
ahead
1915
Bert L. Rule/Ray Sherwood.
why shouldn't birds miss
their singing
why shouldn't flow'rs love the dew
why should a miss feel
blue from a kiss
& why should a heart beat true
why shouldn't roses
love sunshine
sigh for the soft breezes too
why should a lad with a girlie
feel sad
& WHY SHOULDN’T I LOVE YOU
My life
was full of sorrow until I first met you,
It seems you brought me sunshine
and joys I never knew.
But still you seem to doubt me, you think my love
untrue,
You mean the world to me, dear,My gem in life is you.
You're
just the hidden treasure I've craved and craved for years,
You came to me a
rainbow to drive away my tears.
And now because I have you, I wish I could
explain,
The love I have to give you, I tell you once again.
1915
F. Wallace Regá
IN THE LAND OF LOVE
WITH THE SONG BIRDS
where they sing their pretty tales of love
you could
hear the birds sweetly calling
from the mountain roses to the dove
it was
near the end of September
that she gave her heart to me in loving
words
california how I long to be
IN THE LAND OF LOVE WITH THE SONG
BIRDS.
Nightingale sings with joy
In the sunny land of
love
where all's in rhyme
There I met sweet Jeanette
On a rocky
mountain trail in summertime
Birds above sang of love
As I told life's
sweetest tale in three small words,
And each breeze, stealing thro' the
trees,
Seemed to bless our lives among the birds.
Whippoorwills sing
their lay
To the gleaming stars above when day is through;
And their song
all night long
Is a message sweet of love my heart tells you.
Morning
breaks, lark awakes,
And it bids the drowsy rose to lift her head,
While
the wren, In the shady glen,
Tells the blinking owl the night has fled.
1915
Jack Caddigan & James A. Brennan.
IN THE GOLDEN SUMMERTIME
good old golden summertime
out on the river
each night we go
drifting along in the moonlight's glow
with that old
sweetheart o' mine
it's then life seems divine
ev'ry breeze thro' the
trees
spreads that old love disease
IN THE GOLDEN SUMMERTIME
When you hear the Robin sing,
And you feel the touch
of Spring,
When the skies are turning blue,
Life looks awfully good to you
Thoughts of nooks with story books,
Gee, how good the old beach
looks,
When that summer girl sets your heart awhirl,
That's the
time.
When the leaves begin to fall,
Summer gone beyond
recall,
Home again you're feeling blue,
There's not much that a chap can
do,
Thoughts of moonlight walks you knew,
And your summer sweethearts
too,
How you long for it, gee, you're strong for it,
Summer time.
1915
M: Anatol Friedland, w: L. Wolfe
Gilbert.
MY LITTLE DREAM GIRL
you pretty dream girl
sometimes I seem
girl
to own your heart
each night you haunt me
by day you taunt me
I
want you I want you
I need you so
don't let me wak-en
learn I'm
mis-tak-en
find my faith sha-ken
in you sweet-heart.
I'd sigh for, I'd
cry for
sweet dreams for-ev-er
MY LITTLE DREAM GIRL goodnight.
The night-time, the night-time is call-ing me,
It's dream-time,
sweet dream-time, for you and me.
I'm long-ing, I'm long-ing to close my
eyes,
for there a sweet vis-ion lies.
While shad-ows are creep-ing
through dark-est night,
In dream-land, sweet dream-land, there's your
love-light.
It's beam-ing, it's gleam-ing and all for me,
your vis-ion I
long to see.
1915
M: Halsey K. Mohr, w: Ballard
MacDonald.
one thing sets me off my mind
it's a military band playing a
tune from yankee land
just a ragtime hitchy koo or Alexander
go on Mister
Band Commander play it for me
the "Robert E. Lee
when they start to play
the Lonesome Pine
it carries me back to old Virginia down in
Dixieland
& "On the Mississippi" sounds like an angel chorus
PLAYED BY
A MILITARY BAND.
When I was young, my fam'ly said
That I had
nothing in my head,
But "Rum-Tum-Tum-Tum-Tiddeley-um!"
The moment I would
hear a band I'd grab my nursie by the hand,
And toddle to the sound of the
drum;
All my life the bugle and fife, the trombone and bassoon,
Will keep
me going when they're blowing any raggy tune,
They never play in vain,The
minute they start a strain,
I want to hear more, and I yell "encore"
And
they've got to play it again
Each time I'd hear a martial strain,
I'd
keep time on the window pane,
With "Rum-Tum-Tum-Tum-Tiddeley-um!"
I'd
follow any old parade,
The sufragettes, or boys' brigade,
If only they'd a
fife and drum;
Kubelik is awfully slick, and Paderewski too,
They're all
right in their line of work
but that's where they get thru,
I must admit
their class With classical tunes surpass,
But melodies gay from the
U.S.A.
Why you've got to play 'em on brass;
1915
Harry Jentes/Chas McCarron & Alex Gerber.
At the Fountain of Youth,
At the Fountain of Youth,
I saw thin
old ladies turn right into babies,
Old ginks with kinks started to
shrink,
Got gay when they started to drink,
At the Fountain of
Youth,
At the Fountain of Youth,
You ought to see what I saw there,
One
old maid by the name of Kitty,
Dived right in and came out so
pretty.
Mother Machree looked like a chicken to me.
Down at the Fountain
of Youth.
In bed the other night, before I dimmed my
light,
I started reading hist'ry.I came upon a myst'ry,
About a fountain
rare, no one was ever there,
A place where you could get back
youth.
Explorers looked for it most ev'rywhere.
I fell asleep and dreamed
that I was there,
Suppose the things I dreamed, were really what they
seemed,
Ther'll be no coffin makers, Goodbye to undertakers,
And chorus
girls who wed old millionaires,
instead would wed a wealthy healthy
youth.
To the poor "Old Ladies Home" the boys would troop.
Because it
would look like a chicken coop;
At the Fountain
of Youth,
At the Fountain of Youth,
I saw old rheumatics doing
acrobatics,
Even saw old Rockfeller there,
He was busy combing his
hair,
At the Fountain of Youth,
At the Fountain of Youth,
That wasn't
all that I saw there,
One old man who had fought life's battle,
Came out
shaking a baby's rattle, telling the truth,
I saw him cut his first
tooth,
Down at the Fountain of Youth.
1915
M:
Clarence M. Jones, w: Arthur J. Lamb.
look in my heart & you will find
ONLY YOU ONLY YOU
close to my heart I want to bind
ONLY YOU ONLY YOU
tho' sorrow comes you need not mind
love shall be ever true
I want to
leave all the world behind
& have ONLY YOU
Once my life was
as dark as night
Once the sun never gave me light
Once the stars never
seemed to shine,
Then you came like a dream divine
Now this world is a
place of bliss
I never dreamed a dream like this!
The skies of life are
fair to view
Since I have known only you.
When your life's in the
twilight gray
When your life is a Winter's day
When your life is so cold
and drear,
Ah! then I'll bring the summer dear
In my fond arms you still
shall rest
Lips to lips shall again be prest!
When life is old. love shall
be new
That's why I want only you!
1915
M: Sigmund
Romberg, w: Harold Atteridge.
Oh, those Ro- mans
All they knew was mirth
and laugh- ter
Oh, those Ro- mans
No one wor- ried what came af-
ter
Ev- 'ry one had such fun"
Steal- ing pleasure
each one was a
grafter,
Those days olden
in the time of Julius Caesar
all were golden
ev-'ry girl they met, they'd squeeze her
they would spark, in the
dark
waiting the morn- ing sun
OH THOSE DAYS when Rome was in her glo
ry
On, those that wise men put in stor- y
Noth- ing they were think- ing
of
But to drink and then make love, the day long
Oh, those days of all
those haugh- ty
with their naugh- ty ways
When you saw their dresses cut
so low
You would think it was a burlesque show
Back in Roman days.
1915
M: Sigmund Romberg, w: Harold Atteridge.
Pan was quite a
man, back in the ages,
And some boy in hist'ry's pages,
Oh, he was a
shepherd
Back In Arcady he was a winner,
And of ragtime the beginner
When his reed pipe he would play
Oh, all the country crowned him when he
would play.
They all would get a- round him to hear his lay.
Oh that
RAGTIME PIPE OF PAN
Oh, how he played that music man!
And when he played
on his pipe,
All the animals came round to see,
His little reed seemed to
feed them up on melody,
On his reed when he'd lead,
Most ev- 'ry one would
start a dancing;
Oh, that ragtime Shepherd King!
His pipe he'd bring and
make it sing most anything;
He played that rag in a c1assical way,
He was
some ragpicker back in his day,
When he played upon the rag- time pipe of
Pan,
1915
M: Victor Herbert.
Ah! dear one! How
oft-en I think of the past!
Can it be you for-get? Per-chance
'twas a
pas-sion to won-drous to last,
But I dream of it yet! I see you a-gain,
as you gazed in my eyes With joy all a-light!
So fond-ly you'd fold me
as soft-ly you told me Of Love
through the star sprink-led night.
Sweet
sum-mer breeze, whis-per-ing trees,
Stars shin-ing soft-ly a bove;
Ros-es in bloom, waft-ed per-fume,
Sleep-y birds dream-ing of love.
Safe in your arms, far from a-larms,
Day-light shall come but in vain.
Ten-der-ly pressed close to your breast,
Kiss me,
KISS ME AGAIN KISS ME AGAIN
Kiss me! KISS ME AGAIN
1915
SAVE YOUR KISSES TILL THE BOYS COME HOME
when the boys come home they'll be ev'rybody's darling
you must say
goodbye to the fellows dress'd in flan-nel
keep your love for the boys who
are over the channel fighting
they've all missed you for a long long
while
& they're lone-ly over the foam so girls
save all your little
kisses till the boys come home.
All the girls are lone-ly, Lone-ly
ev'-ry where!
Va-cant co-sy cor-ners, No-thing do-ing there!
Nev-er
mind, nev-er mind, Don't you wor-ry or sigh
Tho' your best boy's gone on the
rat-a-plan;
He'll come back a Mil-i-ta-ry man
And he'll be the first to
catch your eye
Nev-er mind, lit-tle gir-lie, nev-er mind!
You can wait
a-while, girls, Till the oys come back!
If he's Sol-dier Tom-my! If he's
Sai-lor Jack!
Nev-er mind, nev-er mind, Oh! there's com-ing a day
When
the bands will play and the flags will fly;
"Stay at-homes" will look and
won-der
why You're proud of the boy who went a-way
Wear a smile, lit-tle
gir-lie, just a while.
1915
Underneath the
lantern
By the barrack gate,
Darling I remember
The way you used to
wait.
T'was there that you whispered tenderly
That you loved me;
You'd
always be
My Lili of the lamplight,
My own Lili Marlene.
Time would
come for roll call,
Time for us to part,
Darling I'd caress you
And
press you to my heart,
And there 'neath that far-off lantern light,
I'd
hold you tight,
We'd kiss good night,
My Lili of the lamplight,
My own
Lili Marlene.
Orders came for sailing,
Somewhere over there.
All
confined to barracks
was more than I could bear.
I knew you were waiting
in the street,
I heard your feet
But could not meet
My Lili of the
lamplight
my own Lili Marlene.
Resting in our billets
Just behind the
lines,
Even tho' we're parted,
Your lips are close to mine.
You wait
where that lantern softly gleams,
Your sweet face seems
To haunt my
dreams,
My Lili of the Lamplight,
My own Lili
Marlene
.
1915
outside
the barracks
by the corner light
I always stand & wait for you at
night
we will create a world for two
I'll wait for you
the whole night
thru
for you LILI MARLEEN
for you Lili marleen
beugler
tonight
don't play the call to arms
I want another evening with its
charms
then we will say goodbye & part
I'll always keep you in my
heart
with me, Lili marleen
With me, lili
marleen
give me a rose
to show how much you
care
tie to the stem
a lock of golden hair
surely tomorrow
you'll
feel blue
but then will come
he love that's new
for you, lili
marleen
For you, lili marleen
when we are marching
in the mud
& cold
& when my pack
seems more than I can hold
my love for
you renews my might
I'm warm again
my pack is light
it's you Lili
marleen
It's you, lili marleen
vor der
kaserne
vor dem grossen tor
stand eine Laterne
und steht sie noch
davor
so woll'n wir uns da
wieder seh'n
bei der Laterne
wollen wir
steh'n
bie einst
LILI MARLEEN
unsere beiden schatten
sah'n wie
einer aus
dass wir so lieb
uns hatten das sah
man gleich daraus
und alle Leute soll'n es seh'n
wenn wir
bei der Laterne
steh'n
wie einst
LILI MARLEEN
schon rief der Posten
sie blasen
Zapfenstreich
es kann drei Tage
kosten Kamerad
ich komm' ja
gleich
da sagten wir
aufwiederseh'n
wie gerne wollt' ich
mit dir
geh'n mit dir
LILI MARLEEN
deine Schritte kennt
sie deinen zieren
Gang
alle Abend
brennt sie
doch mich vergaß sie lang
und sollte mir
ein Leid
gescheh'n wer wird
bei der Laterne steh'n
mit dir
LILI
MARLEEN
aus dem stillen Raume
aus der Erde Grund
hebt mich wie im
Traume d
ein verliebter Mund
wenn sich die späten
Nebel
dreh'n
werd' ich
bei der Laterne steh'n
Wie einst
LILI
MARLEEN
1915
PACK UP
YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OWN KIT BAG
& 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 worthwile, so
PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OWN KIT
BAG
& SMILE SMILE SMILE.
1915
w. Gustave Kahn m. Egbert Van
Alstyne
MEMORIES MEMORIES dreams of love, so true.
o'er the sea of memory,
I'm drifting back to you.
childhood days, wildwood days, among the birds and
bees.
you left me alone, but still you're my own!
in my beautiful
MEMORIES
1915
I'm gonna buy a PAPER DOLL that I can call my
own
a doll that other fellas cannot steal
& then those flirt flirty
guys with their flirty flirty eyes
will have to flirt with dollies that are
real
when I come home at night she'll be waiting
she'll be the truest doll
in all this world.
I'd rather have a PAPER DOLL to call my own
than have a
fickle-minded real-life girl.
I tell you boy, it's tough to be alone
&
it's tough to love a doll that's not your own
I'm thru with all of
them
I'll never fall again,
'cos this is what I'm gonna do
1916
When
Verdi plays the hurdy gurdy
Tony Verdi has a raggy hurdy gurdy
when he
plays a sweet Italian melody
He'll bring folks back to Italy
You can find
him, when you hear him grindin', grindin' when you're near him.
You'll be
hearing harmony from far across the sea
The neighbors can't resist that
macaroni twist.
When Verdi Verdi plays the hurdy gurdy
I want to be
where I can see
The monk he snap the fingers.
Like the rag-go
singers
Beppo Beppo, do the one-a step-a,
With Rose Marie
You fee-a bad, you feel-a sad, you feel-a much-a pain
And
quick-a just-a like-a dis, you feel-a glad again.
When Verdi, Verdi
plays the hurdy gurdy Down in Little Italy.
Pep and mama start-a sin
gin' Yama Yama
Keep a swingin' when they hear his raggady hurdy gurdy
melody.
1916
Ira Schuster/Howard Johnson & Alex Gerber.
KEEP
YOUR EYE ON THE GIRLIE YOU LOVE
there's a beau that you know nothing
of
who may be there to call, when you're out of sight
of course, she may
not fall, but mabe she might
never leave her for more than a day
'cause
there's hundreds that lose 'em that way
so keep your eye upon your girl
Bill
if you don't some other fellow will.
Take a
tip from one who knows, all you single men,
If you've a girl to call your
own,
Don't ever leave her all alone.
If temptation comes her way, will she
pass it by?
That's a question, so my suggestion is,
Watch her on the
sly.
It's a tough thing nowadays, picking out a girl,
So when you find
your heart's delight,
Take my advice and treat her right,
Girls are fickle
as can be, change their minds each day,
Do a rave to 'em, be a slave to
'em,
That's the wisest way.
Keep your eye on
the girlie you love,
Just be sure that she's your turtle dove,
Don't take
a chance and introduce your best pal,
For if she likes him best, goodbye to
your gal
She may kiss you goodnight by mistake,
Call you Clarence, when
your name is Jake,
So keep your eye upon your girl,
Bill If you don't some
other fellow will.
1916
Charles K. Harris.
Would you care If I should leave you
Would you care if we should
part
I'm wearing my heart away for you
It cries aloud, "My love be
true.
'mid the green fields of Virginia
in the vale of Shenandoah
while
the music is playing In the grand ball room
she has fallen by the wayside,She
has gone beyond recall
just break the news to mother, you know how much I
love her
then kiss her dear, sweet lips for me and break the news to
her.
Fondest mem'ries crowd around me,
As I dream of
bygone days,
And those dear sweet songs we used to sing and play;
All you
hear today is ragtime And the same old tango tunes,
How I long to hear the
songs of yesterday.
We would sing them in the twilight,
How they thrilled
us through and through,
I remember dear old mother singing too;
How we all
joined in the chorus And we tried to harmonize,
Those dear heart throb songs
we love of yestrday.
I love her,
yes, I love her just the same,
Although she's fled and has disgraced my
name.
Always in the way so they always say,
On the way to Madeline, The
moon was softly shining.
There'll come a time some day,When I have passed
away.
Somewhere, the sun is shining, Somewhere, a little rain.
After the
ball is over, If you could read them all,
Many a heart it is breaking after
the ball.
1916
William H. Perrins.
AT THE
END OF A BEAUTIFUL DAY
if you're glad, 'cause your heart seems to say
that
you've been true and kindly
you've righted a wrong
& you've given your
smiles to help others along
if there's somebody's burden of care
that
you're willing and ready to share
then your heart's made of gold
&
your joys are untold
AT THE END OF A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
There are millions of people today,
Who are seeking
to find out the way,
Where real happiness lies,On the earth,
In the
skies,
Or within the blue depths of a true woman's eyes.
There are some
that want riches and pow'r,
And they seek for them 'most ev'ry hour,
How I
wish they but knew for that happiness true,
There is only one way, and I'll
tell it to you.
There are kings in their palaces grand,
There are
magnates with acres of land,
There are those that have schemes,
But they
fade,Into dreams,
And then 'most ev'rybody has something it seems,
But
none of them happiness bring,
And that is life's most precious thing,
But
this much is true that for me and for you,
There is only one pathway for us
to pursue.
1916
Max Clay
most ev'ry fellow
meets a girl in the summertime
that he thinks divine in the
summertime
down at the beach each evening they can be always
found on a
roller coaster, bump the bumps or merrygo rounds
& ev'ry lad and lass in
the summertime
just love to sit around and spoon
& almost ev'ry
pretty Miss likes a little hug
& kiss when the good old summertime comes
round.
The good old summertime is here,
the dearest
time in all the year,
That ev'rybody welcomes back again.
When the moon is
bright above,
take your little lady love,
For a quiet stroll in lover's
lane,
Birds are singing voices ringing
ev'rythings in rhyme,
Each girl
and boy is filled with joy
just because it's summertime,
The good old
summer always brings a lot
of new engagement rings to lovers who have never
met before.
At the mountains or the beach, meet a dainty little
peach,
Later on he's yours forever more,
Stars are gleaming love is
dreaming
life is just sublime,
The peaches all just seem to fall
in
the dear old summertime,
Most ev'ry fellow
meets a girl in the summertime,
That he thinks divine in the
summertime,
Down at the beach each evening they can be always
found on a
roller coaster, bump the bumps or merrygo rounds
and ev'ry lad and lass in
the summertime
just love to sit around and spoon,
If you care about your
rep.,
Don't forget to watch your step,
when the good old summertime comes
round.
1916
Harry Carroll/Ballard MacDonald
all the
little flowers nod their pretty heads
when my sweettie passes by
all the
little birdies in the trees
honey bees, Hum and sing and ev'rything
&
all the little children on their way to school
meet her and greet her with a
smile
is it any wonder that I love her
when like the sunny skies above her
SHE IS THE SUNSHINE OF VIRGINIA.
Somewhere a heart is
calling,
In Virginia far away,
Where the bluebird's mating,
There my
sweetie's waiting,
I'm returning home today,
If you've got a heart within
"ya,"
My little girl is bound to win "ya,"
Just like the sunshine of
Virginia!
There in the Blue Ridge Mountains,
In Virginia far
away,
There my heart is lying,
Where the pines are sighing,
I am
longing for the day,
When off to the church I take her,
My little wife for
life I'll make her,
She'll be my sunshine of Virginia.
1916
Fred Fischer/Joe McCarthy, Howard
Johnson.
Ire-land must be Heav-en
for an an-gel came from there
I
nev-er knew a liv-ing soul
one half as swe-et or- fair,
For her eyes are
like the star-light
And the white clouds match her hair
Su-re IRELAND MUST
BE HEAVEN
FOR MY MOTHER CAME FROM THERE.
I've oft-en heard my dad-dy
speak of
Ire-land's lakes and dells,
The place must be like Heav-en,
if it's half
like what he tells;
There's ro-ses fair and sham-rocks there,
and
laugh-ing wa-ters flow;
I have nev-er seen that Isle of Green,
But
there's one thing sure I know.
I've pict-ured in my fond-est
dreams
old Ire-land's vales and rills,
I see a stair-way to the sky,
formed by her ver-dant hills;
Each wave that's in the o-cean blue
just loves to hug the shore,
So if Ire-land is-n't Heav-en,
then
sure, It must be right next door.
1916
Edgar
Allen
down IN THE CITY OF BROKEN HEARTS
where ev'ry one plays a diff'rent
part
maybe you'll find her 'ere it's too late
drifting along on the tide
of fate,
down in the town where a careless smile
oft hides a ear that
starts
find her & whisper her dear mother's name
IN THE CITY OF BROKEN
HEARTS.
On the pathway of folly she's drifting along
In the city
of fortune and sorrow and song
when a voice whispers "May" just a voice from
the past,
someone told me to say, When I found you at last
From the city
of sorrow she's turning to roam
Down he pathway that leads back to mother and
home
To the loved ones who wait, she has gone back to stay
From the town
where each light means a heartache they say.
1916
Walkin' the
Dog
Words and Music by: Shelton Brooks
Now listen honey 'bout
a new dance craze
Been 'rigimated for about ten days
It's there, "It's a
Bear" And it's a new step,
a funny twostep,
In ev'ry Cabaret and dancing
hall
You see them doing it, yes, one and all
If you'll just give me a
chance
I'll introduce this dance.
get 'way back & snap your
fingers
get over Sally, one and all
grab your gal, and don't you linger
do that slow drag 'round the hall
do that step, the "Texas Tommy"
drop
like you're sitting on a log
rise slow, that will show
the dance
called WALKIN' THE DOG.
You all were crazy 'bout the "Bunny Hug,"
"Most ev'rybody was a "Tango Bug."
But now, and somehow;
The funny
Dog walk, is all the town talk,
In ev'ry private home this dance is
known,
I cslled a friend of mine up on the 'phone,
Hearing on this
graphophone:
This "Doggone" raggy tone.
1916
"La
Cumparsita" w. Carol Raven m. G. H. Matos Rodriguez (words written
1932)
1916
w.m. A. J. Mills, Fred
Godfrey & Bennett Scott
TAKE ME BACK TO DEAR OLD BLIGHTY
put
me on the train for London town
take me over there
drop me
ANYWHERE,
Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care
I should
love to see my best girl
cuddling up again we soon should be
WHOA!!!
Tiddley iddley ighty
Hurry me home to Blighty
Blighty is the
place for me
Jack Dunn, son of a gun, over in France
today,
Keeps fit doing his bit up to his eyes in clay.
Each night after a
fight to pass the time along,
He's got a little gramophone that plays this
song:
Bill Spry, started to fly, up in an aeroplane,
In France, taking a
chance, wish'd he was down again.
Poor Bill, feeling so ill, yell'd out to
Pilot Brown:
"Steady a bit, yer fool! we're turning upside down!"
Jack
Lee, having his tea, says to his pal MacFayne,
"Look, chum, apple and plum!
it's apple and plum again!
Same stuff, isn't it rough? fed up with it I
am!
Oh! for a pot of Aunt Eliza's raspb'ry jam!"
One day Mickey O'Shea
stood in a trench somewhere,
So brave, having a shave, and trying to part his
hair.
Mick yells, dodging the shells and lumps of dynamite:
"Talk of the
Crystal Palace on a Firework night!
1916
green
hills o’ Somerset
green hills o’ Somerset
when shall we walk by
you
green hills once more.
green hills o' Somerset
green hills o'
Somerset
no more we'll walk by you
green hills once
more.
the green hills o’ Somerset go rolling to the
shore
`twas there we said
that we'd get wed
when spring came round
once more
`twas there we kissed & said goodbye
beside the kirkyard
wall
& the song the blackbird sang to us
was the sweetest song of
all.
the green hills o’ Somerset go rolling to the sea
& still today
the violets
are blooming there for me
the shadows kiss the waving
grass
beside the kirkyard wall,
but the song the blackbird sings to
me
is the saddest song of
all.
1916
The Passing Show
of 1916.
everybody loves a baby
that's why I’m in love with you
PRETTY
BABY pretty baby
& I’d like to be your sister brother dad & mother
too
PRETTY BABY pretty baby
won’t you come & let me rock you in my
cradle of love
& we'll cuddle all the time
o I want a lovin’ baby
& it might as well be you
pretty baby of
mine
1916
Weatherly. Wood.
roses are shining in
Picardy in the hush of the silvery dew.
roses are flow'ring in Picardy but
there's never a rose like you
& the roses will die with the summertime
& our roads may be far apart
but there's one rose that dies not in
Picardy’tis the rose that I keep in my heart
she is watching by the
poplars,
Colinette with the sea blue eyes,
She is watching and longing and
waiting
Where the long white roadway lies.
And a song stirs in the
silence,
As the wind in the boughs above.
She listens and starts and
trembles.
'Tis the first little song of love...
And the years fly on
forever,
'Til shadows veil their skies,
But he loves to hold her little
hands
And look in her sea blue eyes.
And she sees the road by the
poplars,
Where they met in the bygone years,
For the first little song of
the roses
Is the last little song she
hears:
1916
Fred Godfrey. He composed the song
while serving with the Royal Naval Air Service at Dunkirk during the First World
War. "I wrote “Bless ’Em All” while serving in the old R.N.A.S. in France in
1916. And, furthermore, it wasn’t "Bless.'" Although the song is credited to
him, it is unclear if he actually wrote the lyrics, and his service record
indicates that he joined RNAS January 1917.[1] Les Cleveland (1984) writes that
a version of the song titled F*ck 'Em All was a popular protest song by airmen
serving on India's North West Frontier during the 1920s, and may have originated
from there. It later gained popularity among British and Commonwealth troops
during the Second World War, and with a change of lyrics became a patriotic tune
after being performed by singers such as Gracie Fields.[2] It was also recorded
by George Formby and others.
BLESS’EM ALL bless 'em all
the long & the
short & the tall
bless all those sergeants & WO1's
bless all those
corporals & their blinkin' sons
cos' we're saying goodbye to 'em all
& back to their billets they crawl
you'll get no promotion
this
side of the ocean
so cheer up my lads bless 'em
all
1916
Chu
Chin Chow. Duet George Robey and Josie Collins.
youth is the time for
loving
so poets always say
the contrary I’m proving
look at us two
today
love has no charm no meaning
till man has reached his
prime
surely it is so
you ought to know
ANY TIME’S KISSING
TIME.
1916
Nat D. Ayer. The Bing Boys Are Here. Alhambra. Geo. And F.
Robey.
IF YOU WERE THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD & I was the only
boy
nothing else would matter in this world today
we would go on loving in
the same old day
a garden of Eden just made for two with nothing to mar our
joy
I would say such wonderful things to you
there would be such
wonderful things to do
IF YOU WERE THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD I was the only
boy.
Sometimes when I feel sad
And things look blue
I wish a girl I
had
Someone like you
Someone within to build a throne
Someone to call
my own
1916
Clifford Grey/Nat D. Ayer, “The Bing Boys Are Here”, Londron.
LET THE GREAT BIG WORLD KEEP TURNING
never mind if I’ve got you
for I
only know that I love you so
& there’s no one else will do
you have
simply set me yearning
& forever I’ll be true
let the great big world
keep on turning (round)
now I found someone like you.
Love
they say must come to one and all, of high and low degree
Come what may, I'm
waiting for the call, it holds no fears for me
Maybe the day is near
When
the thought of my heart I'll hear
If I knew that, someone came for me I'd let
the world go by
Someone, who was true as true could be, I'd never want to
Sigh
What would I give today?
Just to hear someone so softly
say:
1917
Leo Edwards/Ballard MacDonald. Mister Butterfly.
1917
When Patti sang Home Sweet Home.
1917
Arthur
Green/William Jerome. If I catch the guy who wrote Poor
Butterfly
1917
Will Hart/Ed
Nelson
When Yankee Doodle learns to Parlez vous Francais
Parlez vous
Francais, in the proper way
He will call each girlie "Ma Cherie,
To evry
Miss that wants a kiss he'll say "Wee Wee,
On Ze Be, On Ze Bou, On Ze Boule,
Boulevard
With a girl, with a curl you can see him promenade
When Yankee
Doodle learns to Parlez vous Francais, "Oo La La,
Sweet Papa" he will teach
them all to say.
When Yankee Doodle came to Paris
town,
Upon his face he wore a little frown,
To those he'd meet upon the
street, he couldn't speak a word,
To find a Miss that he could kiss, it
seemed to be absurd.
But if this Yankee should stay there a while,
Upon
his face you're bound to see a smile.
Soon Tankee Doodle left old Paris
town,
Upon his face there was a coat of brown,
For every man of Uncle Sam
was fighting in a trench,
Between each shell, they learned quite well to
speak a little French.
When Yankee Doodle gets back to Paree,
He'll break
a million hearts take it from
me.
1917
Carrie
Jacobs-Bond.
I've A COTTAGE IN
GOD’S GARDEN
Upon a mountain high
Away from strife and turmoil
And all
life's din and cry.
Away from care and sorrow
From all life's tears and
woe
A COTTAGE IN GOD’S GARDEN
where I am free to go.
I've A COTTAGE IN
GOD’S GARDEN
where my tired feet may rest
& weary though my soul
be
my spirit there is blessed.
The wild birds chant their carols
&
wild flow'rs bloom galore
out in God's lovely garden
how could I ask for
more
1917
C. Lucky Roberts/Lester A.
Walton.
Billy Boy
Billy Boy
you're a soldier of renown
Billy
Boy,Billy Boy
in a uniform of brown
what a grand old sight
as you
battle for the right
Billy Boy
Billy Boy
with a heart so fond and
true
for the Red,White and Blue
you are loyal thru & thru
you put
the "Brave" in Bravery
you are my pride and joy
now let the bugle
blow
come on come on let's go
atta boy my Billy
Boy.
Tommy Atkins is a warrior bold
Merrie England
loves him more than gold
And to France the hero of today
is fighting in
the trenches miles away,
Now Billy Boy has gone across the sea
to help
them in their fight for Liberty.
There is Russia with a mighty
host,
Of her sturdy cossacks she can boast,
And for valor no one can
forget,
those fearless Belgian lads who're fighting yet,
Now Billy Boy
it's put right up to you,
to help them win so show what you can
do.
1917
Bert J. Wood.
YOU’RE THE BRIGHTEST STAR OF ALL MY
DREAMS
with-out you the days so long and drear would seem
'cause I know
your heart is mine
I will love you for all time
YOU’RE THE BRIGHTEST STAR
OF ALL MY DREAMS.
The night-in-gale was sing-ing, sweet-heart mine,
The skys were bright with sun-set's crim-son glow;
Your eyes were filled
with love-light soft-ly shin-ing,
When we were part-ed, love, so long a-go,
I knew your heart was ach-ing, near-ly break-ing,
As ten-der-ly we
kissed and made a vow.
You tried so hard to keep the tears from fall-ing:
Sweet-heart in dreams I seem to see you now.
I al-ways will
re-mem-ber where we strolled,
To-geth-er by the babb-'ling mead-ow brook.
I al-ways will re-mem-ber how we roamed, Dear;
The paths that led down
to that shad-y nook.
I can't for-get your lov-ing, good-night kiss-es,
Or how your bright eyes shone with love so true:
I can't for-get your
greet-ings in the morn-ing:
Though far a-way I ev-er think of you.
1917
M: Bert Grant, w: George
Graff, Jr.
blue bird carry my happiness back to me
blue bird you've heard
me call
won't you answer to my pleading
fly high into the sky
o'er the
land o'er the sea
BLUE BIRD go BRING BACK MY HAPPINESS
bring back my
sweetheart to me.
Blue Bird,I confess,That I love your
story;
You bring hapiness with your melody.
Tell me, is it true, or an
allegory?
Blue Bird, can you bring back to me?
The treasure trove, the
perfect love,
the days that used to be;
The tenderness of each caress,
my happiness to me?
Bue Bird, can it be,You are love's tale bearer?
Do
you hear the plea of two heart apart?
Do you fill the need, make their world
seem fairer?
Carry love seed from heart to heart?
If this is so, then Blue
Bird go,
and sing your melody;
Below, above, go bring the love,
I'm
dreaming of, to me?
1917
John Barnes Wells.
I sometimes think I'd rather crow
And be a rooster, than to roost And be
a crow.
But I dunno.
A rooster he can roost also,
Which don't seem fair
when crows can't crow,
Which may help some.
Still I dunno.
Crows should
be glad of one thing though,
Nobody thinks of eating crow,
While roosters
they are good enough
For any one, unless they're tough.
There're lots of
tough old roosters tho',
And anyway a crow can't crow.
So mebby roosters
stand more show.
It looks that way.
But I dunno!
1917
M: George W. Meyer,w: Edgar Leslie, E. Ray
Goetz.
the bells are
ringing
FOR ME & MY GAL
the birds are singing
FOR ME & MY
GAL
Ev'rybody's been knowing
to a wedding they're going
&
for weeks they've been sewing
ev'ry Su-sie & Sal
they're
congregating
FOR ME& MY GAL
the parson's waiting
FOR ME & MY
GAL
& sometime I'm goin' to build
a lit-tle home for
two
for three or four or more
in loveland FOR ME & MY
GAL
What a beau-ti-ful day
For a wed-ding in May
see the
peo-ple all stare
at the lov-a-ble pair
she's a vi-sion of joy
he's
the luck-i-est boy
in his wed-ding ar-ray
hear him smil-ing-ly
say
1917
Shelton Brooks.
I'LL BE DOWN TO GET YOU IN A TAXI
HONEY
you better be ready about half past eight
now dearie don't be
late
I want to be there when the band starts playing
remember when we get
there honey
the two steps I'm goin' to have em all
goin' to dance out both
my shoes
when they play the jelly roll blues
tomorrow night at THE
DARKTOWN STRUTTER’S BALL
I've got some good news Honey
an
invitation to the Darktown Ball
it's a very swell affair
all the
"highbrowns" will be there
I'll wear my high silk hat & a frocktail
coat
you wear your Paris gown & your new silk shawl
there ain't no
douby about it babe
we'll be the best dressed in the hall.
We'll meet our
hightoned neighbors,
an exhibition of the "Baby dolls,"
And each one will
do their best
Just to outclass all the rest,
And there'll be dancers from
ev'ry foreign land
The classie, buck and wing, and the wooden clog
We'll
winn that fifty dollar prize
When we step out and "Walk the
Dog."
1917
M: Milton Ager, w: Howard Johnson.
China, 'way out near Asia Minor,
No country could be finer beneath
the sun;
You gave us silk to dress our lovely women,'Twas worth he
price,
And when we couldn't get potatoes, you gave us rice.
We mix chop
suey with your chop sticks,
You've taught us quite a few tricks we never
knew,
We take our hats off to one thing we've seen,
Your laundries keep
our country clean,
CHINA WE OWE A LOT TO YOU.
When I
woke up the other morn
I found a new Republic had been born
There was to
be democracy in China;
we congratulate her,
But we know old China
too,
did an awful lot for me and you,
now her freedom's won,
let's
thank her for what she's done.
Now,China we all realize
The
magic of your dreamy almond eyes,
It's plain to see our crockery is
China;
Ev'ry cup and saucer,
All our Broadway Johns and Janes
Couldn't
do without your bamboo canes,
Tho' you're weak in song,
We all know your
tea is strong.
1917
M: Raymond Hubbell, w: John L.
Golden.
queen of the Nile
you've made my life well worth while
somehow
some way some time & some day
I'll pray that I'll win your smile
for
my crown I gave
to be your own humble slave
here dear with you on this
isle
my BEAUTIFUL QUEEN OF THE NILE
The sphinx has been silent
for thousands of years
And guarded the secrets of Egypt right well
But if
it would speak, what stories of tears
And tales of sweet love it could
tell!
For here In its shadow a wondrous love came
A soldier and siren a
tent for their home
The queen of the Nile, Cleopatra her name
And
Anthony, bravest of Rome.
He sued her and wooed her o'er desert and
ocean
And this was his song of devotion
when Antony came with his
thousands of men
to Egypt to rule them, a quer or brave
the Siren she
woo'd and subdued him and then
the conqueror soon was her slave
& he
who had ruled over Caesar himself
for fair Cleopatra was lowly and
mean
gave up claim for fame, for power or pelf
to love and be loved by his
Queen
& swains of today sing the same old love story
that Antony sang
in his glory.
1917
M: Louis A. Hirsch, w: Otto
Harbach.
You start to sway and then you shut your eyes
You're on the way
that leads to Paradise
All you can do is to Cling as you swing
And you
wing higher, higher
Ev'ry tingling nerve on fire now
You want to shout
out loud, you don't know how
you're in a golden cloud,You're GOING UP GOING
UP
like a rocket gone insane
sailing in an aeroplane.
The
world is always wanting something new,
Sensations only last a day or two
But there's a feeling that I'd like to bet,
If once you've known it you
won't soon forget.
A "mile a minute" once was going some,
And "looping
loops" supposed to thrill you dumb:
But these are now a turtle's stu pid
pace,
Compared to just a little ride in space
1917
Irving Berlin.
Wait till you see
me with my sweet-ie
Show-ing her off to the crowd
Look-ing so dream-y at
my sweet-ie
Feel-ing so ter-rib-ly proud;
She makes a spec-ial-ty, Of
look-ing good to me
She ought to be right in Tif-fan-y's win-dow
She's a
jew-el, I know that you'll a-gree.
Wait till I'm mar-ried to my
sweet-ie
How hap-py I'll be; I've got the bung-a-low paid for
I've had it
'spec-ial-ly made for
My sweet-ie, Sweet-ie, eet-ie, eet-ie
My sweet-ie
and me. me.
I nev-er felt so hap-py be-fore,
A
lit-tle ras-cal knocked at my door;
It's Cu-pid that I'm speak-ing of,
I'm in love, So in love;
I must con-fess that right from the start;
I went and lost my heart.
You've seen an ex-hi-bit-ion where they,
Charge you a large ad-mis-sion to stay;
I mean the paint-ings that they
show,
Fine, I know, But don't go;
I've got a pic-ture and it's a treat;
You need-n't buy a seat.
1917
Irving Berlin.
all that wor-ries me
is SOMEONE ELSE MAY BE THERE WHILE I’M GONE
in my dreams I see, a coup-le spoon-ing on the lawn
that ver-y thought
just keeps me wor-ried;
I lay a-wake till the break of the dawn
I must
hur-ry back, 'cause some-one else
may be there, while I'm gone. gone.
I left my dar-ling the oth-er day,
We start-ed
quarrel-ing, I went a-way;
But now I wish that I was back.
I love my
ba-by, in-deed I do,
And who knows may-be, she loves me too,
But that's
just may-be, and that won't do.
I'm wild a-bout her, that's why I'm
blue,
I hate to doubt her the way I do;
I may be wrong I may be right.
Al-tho' I wor-ry an aw-ful lot,
If I should hur-ry back to the spot,
She may be wait-ing. She may be, not!
1917
w.m. George M. Cohan
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,
& we won't come back till it's over
OVER
THERE
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 your
gun, get your gun,
Johnnie show the Hun
Who's a son of a gun.
Hoist the
flag and let her fly,
Yankee Doodle do or die.
Pack your little
kit,
Show your grit, do your bit.
Yankee to the ranks,
From the towns
and the tanks.
Make your mother proud of you,
And the old Red, White and
Blue.
1917
Noel Coward
.
Ev’ry peach
Out of reach
Is attractive
Cause it’s only
And you’ll find that every man
If he
can
As he passes by
For the brute
Loves the fruit
That’s
forbidden
And I bet you half a crown
He’ll
If he has to climb a
bit
To shake it down.
1917
GOODBYE-EE
goodbye-ee
wipe
the tear
baby dear
from your eye-ee
tho' it's hard to part I
know
I'll be tickled to death to go
don't cry-ee
dont
sigh-ee
there's a silver lining in the sky-ee
bonsoir old thing
cheer-i-o chin chin
nah-poo toodle-oo
GOODBYE-EE.
Brother Bertie went away
To do
his bit the other day
With a smile on his lips
and his Lieutenant's
pips
upon his shoulder bright and gay
As the train moved out he
said,
'Remember me to all the birds.'
Then he wagged his paw
and went
away to war
Shouting out these pathetic words:
At the hospital at
Kew,
The convalescents, dressed in blue,
Had to hear Lady Lee
who had
turned eighty-three,
Sing all the old, old songs she knew.
Then she made a
speech and said,
"I look on you boys with pride,
And to thank you all I'm
going to kiss each one",
Then they all grabbed a stick and
cried
1916
M: Herman Paley, w: Alfred
Bryan
SWEET LITTLE BUTTERCUP shy little Buttercup
dry your eyes of blue
I'll come back to you
when the war is thru safe in your sylvan dell
far
from the shot and shell let your lovelight shine
angels guide you watch
beside you
SWEET LITTLE BUTTERCUP mine.
Will you miss
me little Buttercup,
Said a rustic lad one day,
I must go away,And I must
obey.
Come and kiss me lift your two lips up,
There now dearie don't you
cry,
Hear the bugles calling,
It is time to say "Good bye."
Stop
your crying little Buttercup,
Sang a little bird one night,
Stars are
shining bright,
On his mantle white.
Don't be sighing lift your spirit
up,
Soon he will be on his way,
Hear the breezes sighing,
Don't you
hear them softly say?
1916
Jack Wells.
first
you sip the honey from your baby's lip
then you buzz around and take another
sip
then you twirl her on her toes
like a bee around a rose
then take a
tumble
& do the bumble
get a little closer as you start to sway
if
she whispers no sir then you jump away
buzz your busy baby to the
melody
& you keep on, keep on
I heard a woodland
melody,
As I sat down beneath a tree;
And then a bee came winging,
singing, singing,
And he stopped in front of me.
Just then an other bee
flew 'round,
And they both sat upon the ground,
Then I heard one say,
"I'll show to you,
Something strictly new."
I need a simple
melody,
Just like the buzzin' of a bee;
And then you get excited, so
delight- ed,
With that charming harmony.
You take your girl upon the
floor,
And get the band to play some more,
Then you spin her like a great
big top,
Till she hollers "stop!"
1916
Hubbell-Golden. This heartrending song, written
about the main character from Pucinni’s Madame Butterfly, was introduced by Haru
Onuki in The Big Show, which opened at the Hippodrome Theater in New York on
August 13, 1916, closing in September, 1917, after 425 performances. Lyricist
John L. Golden, in his 1930 autobiography Stagestruck, recalled the
collaboration with Raymond Hubbell on the writing of “Poor Butterfly” during the
summer of 1916. Trying desperately to find a cool place in the Hippodrome
Theatre to work, the two descended to the elephant pens in the basement, where a
pen was cleaned up and a small piano installed. Hubbell, a violinist, began
playing a melody for Golden, who had been asked by producer Charles Dillingham
to come up with a “Japanese-style” number relating to "Madama Butterfly". Soon
Golden, despite the nearby proximity of the elephants and the associated aroma,
had created a lyric telling the sad tale of Butterfly waiting for her American
lover to return to Japan." Although a Chinese actress/vocalist, Haru Onuki,
introduced the song, she was replaced soon after the opening by soprano Sophie
Bernard. The number’s popularity, however, came from early performances and
recordings by artists such as vocalist Edna Brown, the Joseph C. Smith
Orchestra, and especially the Victor Military Band. The song was so popular
that over two million copies of the sheet music were sold, and it was played and
sung by almost every musical artist of the day. The tune’s huge popularity
waned, but it was performed and recorded over the decades. Pianist Zez Confrey,
a popular solo artist and bandleader famous for his piece “Kitten on the Keys,”
wrote a piano solo in 1921 entitled “Poor Buttermilk,” poking fun at "Poor
Butterfly". Golden’s lyric for the verse set the stage for the song in a garden
in Japan where a young maiden met an American sailor “’neath the cherry
blossoms.” He taught her how to love “the ‘Merican Way” but left, “promising to
return some day.” The chorus then finds her waiting underneath the cherry
blossoms as the “moments pass into hours,” the hours to years, yet she “smiles
through her tears,” hoping for his return. Musical analysis of “Poor Butterfly”
Original KeyAb major FormA - B - A – C TonalityPrimarily major Movement. A great
deal of chromatic and whole-step, scale-wise motion, punctuated by dramatic
leaps of a sixth and more in both directions. The third degree of the scale is
often preceded by a chromatic lower neighbor. Comments (assumed background) This
song is typical of the sub-genre of sentimental, “pseudo-Oriental” ballads
popular between 1910 and ca. 1925. Wide interval leaps over augmented fifth
chords add emotion and melodrama, perfectly complimenting the dated lyrics
(which would probably be offensive to people of Asian descent today). The
melodic line is, however, quite lyrical and lends itself readily to extended
harmonies and chord substitutions (several are already “built-in” to the melody,
such as the ninth in measure 3 of “A” and the augmented fifth of a V7/VI chord,
enabling the insertion of an embellishing IV chord prior to the V7(+5).
poor butterfly
neath the blosooms waiting
poor butterfly
for she loved him so
the moments pass into hours
the hours pass into
years
& tho’ she smiles thru her tears
she murmurs low
the moon
& I
know that he’ll be faithful
that’ll he come back
to me
by-&-by
but if he don’t come
then I’ll never sigh or cry
I must
just die
poor Butterfly.
There's a story of a little
Japanese
sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees.
Miss Butterfly
her name.
A sweet little innocent child was she,
Till a fine young
American from the sea.
To her garden came.
They met 'neath the cherry
blossoms ev'ry day
and he taught her how to love in the 'Merican way,
To
love with her soul! 'twas easy to learn;
Then he sailed away with a promise
to return.
"Won't you tell my love" she would whisper to the breeze
Tell
him I'm waiting 'neath the cherry blossom trees.
My Sailor man to see.
The
bees and the humming birds say they guess,
Ev'ry day that passes makes one
day less.
'Till you come to me.
For once Butterfly she gives her heart
away,
She can never love again she is his for aye.
Through all of this
world, For ages to come,
So her face just smiles, tho' her heart is growing
numb.
1917
all things come home at eventide
like
birds weary of their roaming
& I would hasten to thy
side
HOMING
o dearest I have wandered far
from day break to the
twilight gloaming
I come back with the evening star
HOMING
thou
art my hunger & my need
the goal & solace of my roaming
be thou my
haven when I speed
HOMING
A. L. Salmon – Teresa del
Riego.
1917
Fraser-Simpson, “The Maid of the Mountains”, a musical
comedy.
At seventeen he falls in love quite madly with eyes of tender
blue
At twenty four he gets it rather badly with yes of a different hue
At
thirty five, you’ll find him flirting sadly with two or three or more
When he
fancies he is past love it is then he meets his last love
And he loves her as
he’s never loved before.
1917
Fraser-Simpson,
“The maid of the mountains”, a musical comedy.
If I only had the key to
your heart
I’d give you the key to mine
It’d open the door to a wonderful
dream
of a life & love divine
no barrier then could keep us
apart
& daydreams would all come true
for the key to your heart
is
the key to the door
of a paradise of two.
1917
Fraser-Simpson, “The
Maid of the Mountains”, a musical comedy.
what’ever befall
I still
recall
the sunlight mountain side
where skies are blue
& hearts
are true
& love’s the only guide
If faithful to my trust I stay
no thought can fill me with dismay
love holds the key
to set me
free
& love will find the way.
1918
Sigmund Romberg/Jean
Schwartz/Harold Atteridge, “The Galli Curci Rag”, in “The Passing Show of
1918.”
She can get a look at me.
A little jazz in her wonderful
trill.
Tho’ it’s wrong
A melody sweet with the blues.
Altho’ no opera
sung ever has it
Ragtime is great when you jazz it.
What a wonderful rag
it would be.
Oh Galli-Curci sing a rag for me.
Tho’ it’s wrong what a
wonderful song it would be.
The Galli-Curci rag.
Your voice you’d use
what a treat to a melody sweet with the blues.
1918
Jack Glogau/Harry
Rose.
for I love her and she loves me
& we're wild about each
other
she's my squirrel and I'm her nut
no knife in two our love can
cut
'cause I love her and she loves me
be lieve me there's no
other
& in a year now who can tell
another little nut will start to
yell
I love her and she loves me
& we're happy all the time.
Since I've been in this old town,
There's been a lot
of talk around,
About the Wild, wild women,
The wild, wild women ev'ry
where,
I don't know where they get it,
And I wish that they forget
it,
For to me it's neither here nor there.
Now I declare, I really don't
know what I'm goin' to do,
'Cause I'm in love with a wild, wild woman
too
I don't look the same, folks say,
I'm getting worse yes ev'ry
day,
Oh, oh those wild, wild women,
Those wild, wild women drive me
mad
There's something great about 'em,
And I can't live without
'em,
They have made the greatest men all fall,
The small and tall,
I
really don't know what I'm goin' to say,
It's loving her that makes me look
this way.
For I love her and she loves me,
And
we're wild about each other,
If I miss seeing her one day,
I know that I
would pass away,
'Cause I love her and she loves me,
Be lieve me there's
no other,
I'm very glad that I can say,
She made me what I am today,
I
love her and she loves me,
And we're happy all the time.
1918
Maceo Pinkard.
don't cry little girl, don't
cry
don't sigh, little girl, don't sigh
remember a smile
is always
worthwhile
when one comes to say goodbye
some day when your dreams come
true
they'll bring happy thoughts to you
your tears as they fall
hurt
my heart most of all
please don't cry, little girl, don't cry.
Why are you looking so sad sweetheart,
Your heart is
breaking it seems,
It's mighty hard you and I must part,
We only know what
it means,
I long for a smile from you,
Although you are sad and
blue.
Lift up your eyes and you'll see my dear,
I've saved a smile
just for you,
I thought I'd wear it to say "goodbye,"
To one who has been
so true,
Remember that tears are vain,
For we two shall meet again.
1918
George L. Cobb.
there's a thorn for
ev'ry rose that blossoms
there's a cloud in ev'ry sky of blue
there's a
sigh for ev'ry heart that's broken
there are tears for love that proves
untrue
ev'ry life should have its share of gladness
it's a part of God's
eternal plan
this old world has had enough of sadness
so spread all the
SUNSHINE you can.
When clouds are heavy and the sun forgets
to shine,
When life seems empty and your heart begins to pine,
Just think
of others who are bearing more than you
A kindly act or word will let the
sunshine through,
We cannot live in vain,Nor pass this way again,
But
ev'ryone beneath the sun can help someone in pain.
Sometimes an old
remembered song will bring again,
Joy to a heart that's burdened down with
care and pain,
Sometimes a helping hand will lift a fallen friend,
That
cheers him on his way untill the journey's end.
We all can do our bit,It
doesn't take much grit,
For ev'ryone beneath the sun can use his "sunshine
kit."
1918
Charles
Shisler
1918
Louis
Hirsch/P. G. Wodehouse/Guy Bolton.
Down in the val-ley where
sun-beams grow
and stars go to rest when they're old,
Stands, ev-er
cov-ered in sun-set glow
a won-der-ful cit-y of gold.
Oft-en I hoped I
should see some day
That cit-y that oth-ers have known;
It's eas-y to
find if you know the way,
But no-one can find it a-lone.
Dear gold-en
cit-y!
Life is hap-py and se-rene there
Where lov-ers go
When it's
spell they can't re-sist.
And how I pit-y all the folks
who've nev-er
been there:
They'll nev-er know
All the won-ders they have missed
I'm going to stray there:
I've some one now to show the way there.
We'll go and stay there
It's much more sim-ple than it seems.
No one
will find us
For we'll leave the world be-hind us
In our dear cit-y, Our
cit-y of dreams.
Ma-ny are go-ing there ev-'ry day
and though some have
sought it in vain,
No-one who ev-er has found the way
can ev-er for-get
it a-gain.
Close to a riv-er whose wav-lets creep
And splash on the
sil-ver-y sand,
It's not ver-y far from the Hills of Sleep,
And they are
in Fa-ir-y Land.
Dear gold-en cit-y!
Life is hap-py and se-rene there
Where lov-ers go
When it's spell they can't re-sist.
And how I pit-y
all the folks
who've nev-er been there:
They'll nev-er know
All the
won-ders they have missed
I'm going to stray there:
I've some one now to
show the way there.
We'll go and stay there
It's much more sim-ple than
it seems.
No one will find us
For we'll leave the world be-hind us
In our dear cit-y, Our cit-y of
dreams.
1918
Harry Carroll/Joseph
McCarthy.
I'M ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS
watching clouds drifting by
my
schemes are just like all my dreams
ending in the sky
some fellows look
& find the sunshine
I always look and find the rain
some fellows make
a winning sometime
I never even make a gain believe me
I’M ALWAYS CHASING
RAINBOWS
waiting to find a little blue bird in vain.
At the end of
the rain-bow
there's hap-pi-ness
And to find it
how of-ten I've
tried
but my life is a race
just a wild-goose chase
& my dreams
have
all been de-nied
why have I al-ways
been a fail-ure
what can
the rea-son be
I won-der if the world's to blame
I won-der if it could be
me?
1918
Bob Carleton
JA DA JA DA
Ja Da Ja Da Jing
Jing, Jing
Ja Da, Ja Da
Ja Da, Ja Da, Jing, Jing, Jing.
That's a
fun-ny lit-tle bit of mel-o-dy
It's so sooth-ing and ap-peal-ing to me
It
goes Ja Da, Ja Da
Ja Da, Ja Da, Jing, Jing, Jing!
You've heard all
a-bout
your rag-gy mel-o-dies,
Ev-'ry thing from ope-ra
down to
har-mo-ny,
But I've a lit-tle song
that I will sing to you,
It's
going to win you
thru and thru.
There ain't much to the words
but
the mu-sic is grand,
And you'll be sing-ing it
to beat the band.
Now
you've heard of your "Will O' The Wisp,"
But give a lit-tle lis-ten to this;
It goes:
1918
Will E. Dulmage/E. J. Myers.
where your
caravan is resting
dream away, your dreams will soon come true
like the
desert birds anesting
I'll build a tent for two
a tent that's meant for
you
so wait for me, my little Cleopatra be
love me like she loved Marc
Anthony
where your caravan is resting
IN THE SHADOW OF THE DESERT PALM
Drifting on the great Sahara, in your dusty
caravan;
You're far away and today skies are gray,
But soon I'll meet you
where the palm trees sway;
The same old Gypsy trail will guide me
to
where love's dream began.
Drifting on the great Sahara, do you ever think of
me?
In all my dreams, dear, it seems you recall,
The happy days you long
for most of all;
Just keep my heart with all its love dear,
In sweetest
memory.
1918
Frank H. Grey/Eustice Hale
Ball.
(BOY) SINCE I FIRST KNEW YOU thoughts of all others died
since I
first knew you only for you I've sighed;
You were just meant for me That I
plainly can see
Only for me, since the world began
GIRL: How true, dear,
me for you, dear
BOY) Then you'd sing for me Sweet loving lullabies
By the
summer sea, As deep'ning daylight dies
your own dear eyes of blue Told me you
would be true
ever Since I knew you. you
(BOY)You recall, how the
waves were singing
By the sea; To our lives new love came winging
(GIRL)
You met me
(BOY) You were fair, little girl dear
Gold your hair, little
girl dear
(GIRL) When we spoke, love a- woke
(BOY) Love which comes,dear,
Once in a life time
(GIRL)I recall our first sweet meeting
(BOY) I do,
too
(GIRL) I recall how our hearts were beating
(BOY) Yes that's true,
When I made my proposal
(GIRL) I was at your disposal
(BOY) 'Twas then we
planned for our wedding day
my little girlie
We first loved in the mouth
of June dear
Long a- go' All the world was in perfect tune, dear
Yes,
that's so
Sweet your kiss, at our greeting
Rare our bliss, at our
meeting
June it fled,Summer sped
And we parted,Both broken hearted
now
again comes the month of roses
joy sub- lime
let's make haste, now that
fate dis- poses
while there's time
Then in glee we will marry
And for
nothing we'll tarry
our joy will have for us no alloy, my little girlie!
1918
Lynn Cowan/Alex Sullivan.
there's the kiss
that you get from baby
there's the kiss that you get from dad
there's the
kiss that you get from mother
that's the first real kiss you had
there's
the kiss of a tender meeting
other kisses you recall
but the KISSES I get
from you sweet-heart
are the sweetest kisses of all.
Ev-er since
the world be-gan,
Kiss-es have been tempt-ing man,
Though kiss-es have
helped to make his-to-ry
It's fun-ny how diff-'rent they can
be.
Ev-'ry-one just loves to kiss,
Ev-'ry lad and ev-'ry miss,
Though
man-y are bash-ful, we know, it's true,
They all love their hugs and kiss-es
too.
1918
Music by: Joe Burns, Arthur Fields,
Archie Gottler
Lyrics by: Burns, Fields & Gottler
held back each tear
as I kissed mother dear
I held back the tears when I kissed Dad
I held
back each tear as I kissed wif-ey dear
But oh, how it made me sad;
I
tried to be brave as we part-ed
I held back each tear with a sigh
But when
I had to kiss my baby
that's the kiss that made me
cry.
Sold-ier boy fought for Old Glo-ry,
Now he is
safe-ly home, I begged to hear his sto-ry,
Of hard-ships a-cross the foam.
He said the sad-dest day, Was when I sailed a-way. Most ev-'ry stor-y's
worth hear-ing,
Man-y re-main un-told, Each stor-y's tale's en-dear-ing;
And well worth its weight in gold; Sad-dest of all I heard,
Let me
re-peat each word:
1918
They
Were All Out Of Step But Jim
1918
Jim-my's moth-er went to see her son,
March-ing a-long on pa-rade;
In his un-i-form and with his gun,
What
a love-ly pic-ture he made.
She came home that ev-'ning,
Filled up with
de-light;
And to all the neigh-bors,
She would yell with all her might:
"Did you see my lit-tle Jim-my march-ing,
With the sol-diers up the
av-en-ue?
There was Jim-my just as stiff as starch,
Like his Dad-dy on
the sev-en-teenth of March.
Did you no-tice all the love-ly la-dies,
Cast-ing their eyes on him?
A-way he went, To live in a tent;
O-ver
in France with his reg-i-ment.
Were you there, and tell me, did you no-tice?
They were all out of step but Jim."
That night lit-tle Jim-my's
fa-ther stood,
Buy-ing the drinks for the crowd;
You could tell that he
was feel-ing good,
He was talk-ing ter-rib-ly loud.
Twen-ty times he
treat-ed,
My! but he was dry;
When his glass was emp-ty,
He would
treat a-gain and cry:
"Did you see my lit-tle Jim-my march-ing,
With
the sol-diers up the av-en-ue?
There was Jim-my just as stiff as starch,
Like his Dad-dy on the sev-en-teenth of March.
Did you no-tice all the
love-ly la-dies,
Cast-ing their eyes on him?
It made me glad, To gaze at
the lad;
Lord help the Kai- ser if he's like his Dad.
Were you there,
and tell me, did you no-tice?
They were all out of step but Jim."
1918
The
oth-er day I chanced to meet a sol-dier friend of mine,
He'd been in camp
for sev-'ral weeks and he was look-ing fine;
His mus-cles had de-vel-oped
and his cheeks were ros-y red,
I asked him how he liked the life, and this
is what he said:
"Oh! how I hate to get up in the morn-ing,
Oh! how
I'd love to re-main in bed;
For the hard-est blow of all,
is to hear the
bu-gler call;
You've got to get up, you've got to get up,
you've got to
get up this morn-ing!
Some-day I'm go-ing to mur-der the bu-gler,
Some
day they're go-ing to find him dead;
I'll amp-u-tate his rev-eil-le
and
step up-on it heav-i-ly,
And spend the rest of my life in bed."
A
bu-gler in the arm-y is the luck-i-est of men,
He wakes the boys at five and
then goes back to bed a-gain;
He does-n't have to blow a-gain un-til the
af-ter-noon,
If ev-'ry-thing goes well with me, I'll be a bu-gler soon.
"Oh! how I hate to get up in the morn-ing,
Oh! how I'd love to
re-main in bed;
For the hard-est blow of all,
is to hear the bu-gler
call;
You've got to get up, you've got to get up,
you've got to get up
this morn-ing!
Oh! boy the min-ute the bat-tle is o-ver,
Oh! boy the
min-ute the foe is dead;
I'll put my un-i-form a-way,
and move to
Phil-a-del-phi-a,
And spend the rest of my life in bed."
1918
1918
Girl of
Mine
Music and lyrics by: Harold Freeman, Cover Artist: Rolf Armstrong
One
of those gorgeous colorful covers from the glory days of sheet music. The colors
and realism of the painting are striking. The artist, Rolf Armstrong is one of
the most highly regarded cover artists from the period yet sadly, we have only
seven known works by him. Listening to the music brings images of those gentler,
kinder days.
1918
Irving Berlin. "Yip Yip
Yaphank", a musical revue with soldiers dressed in blackface and in drag.
Re-used in the Ziegfeld Follies of 1919, where it was performed by Eddie Cantor
and Marilyn Miller.
Mandy
There's a minister handy
And it sure would be
dandy
If we'd let him make a fee
So don't you linger
Here's the ring
for your finger
Isn't it a humdinger?
Come along and let the wedding
chimes
Bring happy times
For Mandy and me
I was strolling out one
evening by the silv'ry moon
I could hear somebody singing a familiar
tune
So I stopped a while to listen
Not a word I wanted to miss
It was
just somebody serenading something like this
1918
Puccini, “Gianni
Schicchi”
o mio babbino caro
mi piace e bello bello
V’andare in Porta
rossa
a comperar l’anello
Si si ci voglio andare
e se l’amassi
indarno
Andre sul ponte vecchio
ma per buttarmi in Arno.
1918
HOW YA GONNA KEEP’EM DOWN ON THE FARM
after they've
seen Paree
how ya gonna keep’em away from Broadway
jazzin around &
paintin' the town
how ya gonna keep 'em away from harm
that's a
mysteree
they'll never want to see a rake or plow
& who the deuce can
parley-vous a cow
HOW YA GONNA KEEP’EM DOWN ON THE FARM
after they've
seen Paree'
Reuben Reuben I've been thinking
said his wifey
dear
now that all is peaceful and calm
the boys will soon be back on the
farm
Mister Reuben started winking & slowly rubbed his chin
He pulled
his chair up close to mother
& he asked her with a grin
Rueben Rueben
you're mistaken
Said his wifey dear
once a farmer, always a jay
&
farmers always stick to the hay
Mother Reuben I'm not fakin
Tho you may
think it strange
But wine & women play the mischief
With a boy who's
loose with
change
1918
w.
Henry Creamer m. Turner Layton
AFTER YOU’VE GONE & left me
crying
AFTER YOU’VE GONE there's no denying,
you'll feel blue you'll feel
sad
you'll miss the bestest pal you've ever had
there'll come a time now
don't forget it,
there'll come a time when you'll regret it
oh babe think
what you're doing
you know my love for you will drive me to ruin,
AFTER
YOU’VE GONE AFTER YOU’VE GONE away away.
Now won't you listen
honey while I say
How could you tell me that you're going away
Don't say
that we must part
Don't break your baby's heart
You know I loved you for
these many years
Loved you night and day
Oh honey baby can't you see my
tears
Listen while I say
Don't you remember how you used to say
You'd
always love me in the same old way
And now it's very strange
That you
should ever change
Perhaps some other sweetie's won your heart
Tempted you
away
But let me warn you tho' we're miles apart
You'll regret some
day
1918
Sung widely in London on 11 November of 1918,
Armistice Night, at the end of the Great War.
knees up Mother Brown
knees
up Mother Brown
under the table you must go
Ee-aye, Ee-aye, Ee-aye-oh
If I catch you bending
I'll saw your legs right off
Knees up, knees
up
Never get the breeze up
Knees up Mother Brown
oh my, what a rotten
song
what a rotten song
what a rotten song
Oh my, what a rotten
song
And what a rotten singer
Too-oo-ooh
There came a girl
from France
Who didn't know how to dance
The only thing that she could
do
Was knees up Mother Brown
Oh, knees up Mother Brown
Knees up
Mother Brown
Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up,
Knees up Mother
Brown
Oh, hopping on one foot
Hopping on one foot
Hopping,
hopping, never stopping
Hopping on one foot
Oh, knees up Mother
Brown
Knees up Mother Brown
Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze
up,
Knees up Mother Brown
Oh, prancing up and down
Prancing up and
down
Prancing, prancing, never dancing
Prancing up and down
Oh,
knees up Mother Brown
Knees up Mother Brown
Knees up, knees up, never let
the breeze up,
Knees up Mother Brown
And whirling round and
round
Whirling round and round
Whirling, whirling, never
twirling
Whirling round and round
Oh, knees up Mother Brown
Knees
up Mother Brown
Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up,
Knees up
Mother Brown
Oh, knees up Mother Brown
Knees up Mother Brown
Knees
up, knees up, never let the breeze up,
Knees up Mother
Brown
1918
K-K-K-Katy
beautiful
Katy
you're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore
when the m-m-m-moon shines
over the cowshed
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen
door.
Jimmy was a soldier brave and bold,
Katy was a maid
with hair of gold,
Like an act of fate,
Kate was standing at the
gate,
Watching all the boys on dress parade.
Jimmy with the girls was just
a gawk,
Stuttered ev'ry time he tried to talk,
Still that night at
eight,
He was there at Katy's gate,
Stuttering to her this love sick
cry.
No one ever looked so nice and neat,
No one could be just as cute and
sweet,
That's what Jimmy thought,
When the wedding ring he bought,
Now
he's off to France the foe to meet.
Jimmy thought he'd like to take a
chance,
See if he could make the Kaiser dance,
Stepping to a tune,
All
about the silv'ry moon,
This is what they hear in far off
France.
1918
Penn
there's a little brown
road windin' over the hill
to a little white cot
by the
sea
there's a little green gate
at whose trellis I
wait
while two eyes of blue
come
there's a grey lock or two
in the brown of the
hair
there's some silver in mine too
I see
but in all the long years
when the clouds brought their tears
those two eyes of blue
kept
and if ever I'm left
in this
world all alone
I shall wait for my call
patiently
for if heaven be
kind
I shall wake there to find
those two eyes of blue
still
smiling thru
at me
1918
“The Passing Show of 1918” – sung by Helen
Carrington.
I'MFOREVER BLOWING BUBBLES
pretty bubbles in the air,
they
fly so high,
nearly reach the sky
then like my dreams they fade and
die.
fortune's always hiding I've looked everywhere,
I'M FOREVER BLOWING
BUBBLES
pretty bubbles in the air.
I'm dreaming
dreams,
I'm scheming schemes,
I'm building castles high.
They're born
anew,
Their days are few,
Just like a sweet butterfly.
And as the
daylight is dawning,
They come again in the morning.
When cattle
creep,
When I'm asleep,
To lands of hope I stray.
Then at
daybreak,
When I awake,
My bluebird flutters away.
Happiness new seemed
so near me,
Happiness come forth and heal me
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
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