When a boy says good bye to his mother and she gives him to Uncle Sam / by Jack Frost
Frost, Jack, 1893-1959. “When a boy says good bye to his mother and she gives him to Uncle Sam / by Jack Frost.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 24 May 2018, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/20196. Accessed 19 Nov. 2019.
|Title||When a boy says good bye to his mother and she gives him to Uncle Sam / by Jack Frost|
|Subject||Patriotic music -- United States|
|Popular music -- 1911-1920|
|Songs with piano|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Caption title: Cover photograph of a soldier wiping a tear from his mothers eye with a sailor on one side of the frame, a soldier on the other and an eagle along the bottom|
|Musical incipits on back cover|
|Creator||Frost, Jack, 1893-1959|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||Chicago : Frank K. Root|
|Format||1 score (3 p.) 35 cm|
|Alternative Title||When a boy says goodbye to his mother and she gives him to Uncle Sam;First line of text: Ev'ry time I see a suit of khaki; First line of chorus: When a boy says good bye to his mother, and the sound of the bugle is heard|
VERSE 01: Ev’ry time I see a suit of khaki/I am proud, tho’ my heart is sad;/I think each time I see a Yankee Jackie,/He is some Yankee mother’s lad/Just think of how she watched and loved him since he was knee high,/Then think how her old heart must sigh.
CHORUS: When a boy says goodbye to his mother,/And the sound of the bugle is heard,/He knows that tear in her eye means,/”Come back by and by,”/Tho’ her fond lips breathe never a word./All the angels are praying above her/That he’ll come back to Yankee land;/When a boy says goodbye to his mother,/And she gives him to Uncle Sam.
VERSE 02: No one knows just how her soul is aching/When she whispers, “Come back again;”/And no one knows her heart is nearly breaking,/Still he knows she will not complain/For she’s a Yankee mother true and when it’s time to start,/She’s ready to do all her part.