Remember the vet / words & music by Ned Cantwell
Cantwell, Ned. “Remember the vet / words & music by Ned Cantwell.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 16 June 2020, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/20162. Accessed 22 Sep. 2021.
|Title||Remember the vet / words & music by Ned Cantwell|
|Subject||World War, 1914-1918 -- Veterans -- United States -- Songs and music.|
|Popular music -- 1921-1930.|
|Songs with piano.|
|Warships -- Pictorial works.|
|Airplanes, Military -- Pictorial works.|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Caption title: Cover illustration: soldiers, a warship, a war plane with inset photograph of a young soldier|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||Joliet, Ill. : Private Soldiers & Sailors Legion|
|Alternative Title||Remember the veteran;First line of text: Remember your word Uncle Sammy; First line of chorus: They've finished their jobs over there Sam|
VERSE 01: Remember your word Uncle Sammy,/The day that our boys marched away,/They gave up their lives,/Their sweethearts and wives,/To fight for their dear U.S.A./You promised to care for them Sammy,/There’s one thing at least you might do,/They’ve finished a task, they’re free now to ask,/A job Sam so it’s up to you.
CHORUS: They’ve finished their jobs over there Sam,/Now for a job over here,/Lest you forget, remember the vet,/Who proudly marched off amid cheers,/Over there everywhere, sleeps a loved one dear,/They finished their jobs over there Sam,/Now give them a job over here.
VERSE 02: They’re not asking much of you Sammy,/It’s only what’s honest and right,/While you stayed at home,/They sailed cross the foam,/Died so as to live that you might,/God bless them they’re helpless tho happy,/Still proud of their Red, White and Blue,/Oh God it’s a shame, someone is to blame,/America it’s up to you.
VERSE 03: Remember their dear sweet old Mother,/Altho her poor heart it did break,/She gave up her boy,/Her hope, pride and joy,/Who died for his dear country’s sake,/She’s no one to care for or help her,/She’s wrinkled and lonesome today,/Your promise fulfill pass that bonus bill,/America what do you say.
|Original Format||1 score (5 p.) 31 cm|