Knitting socks for Daddy's men / words & music by Jean M. Mulloy
MLA Citation
Mulloy, Jean Munro. “Knitting socks for Daddy's men / words & music by Jean M. Mulloy.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/20149. Accessed 18 Apr. 2024.
Tags
Title | Knitting socks for Daddy's men / words & music by Jean M. Mulloy |
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Subject | World War, 1914-1918 -- War work -- Songs and music |
Knitting -- Songs and music | |
Patriotic music -- Canada | |
Popular music -- 1911-1920 | |
Songs with piano | |
Knitting -- Pictorial works | |
Maple -- Pictorial works | |
Description | For voice and piano |
Caption title: On cover: Patriotic song | |
Cover illustration: title is framed with knitting needles, maple leaves in the background | |
Creator | Mulloy, Jean Munro |
Source | Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University |
Publisher | Toronto : Anglo Canadian Music Publishers Association |
Date | circa 1915 |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC 06356 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/20149 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: I remember daddy kissed me, as he held me tight |
References | http://maurice.bgsu.edu/record=b2926280~S9 |
VERSE 01: Johnie 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;/Ev’ry 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. CHORUS: Over there, over there./Send the word, send the word over there,/That the [boys/Yanks] are coming, the [boys/Yanks] are coming,/The drums rumtumming ev’rywhere./So prepare, say a pray’r,/Send the word, send the word to beware,/We’ll be over, we’re coming over,/And we won’t come back till it’s over over there. VERSE 02: Johnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun,/Johnie show the Hun you’re a son of a gun,/Hoist the flag and let her fly,/Like true heroes do or die./Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit,/Soldiers to the ranks from the towns and the tanks,/Make your mother proud of you,/And to liberty be true. | |
Original Format | 1 score (5 p.) 35 cm |