Over there / by Geo. M. Cohan

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MLA Citation

Cohan, George M. (George Michael), 1878-1942. “Over there / by Geo. M. Cohan.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 24 May 2018, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/20209. Accessed 29 Jan. 2020.
TitleOver there / by Geo. M. Cohan
SubjectReilly, W. J. (William J.) -- Portraits
War songs -- United States
World War, 1914-1918 -- Songs and music
Popular music -- 1911-1920 -- United States
Patriotic music -- United States
Popular music -- 1911-1920
Songs with piano
DescriptionCover title
For medium voice and piano
Color illustration of Wm. J. Reilly, U.S.N. (in uniform) on cover
CreatorCohan, George M. (George Michael), 1878-1942
SourceSheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University
PublisherNew York : Wm. Jerome
Datecirca 1917
ContributorReilly, William J
Rights

No Copyright - In the United States

Format1 score (3 p.) 35 cm
image/jpeg
TypeImage
Text
IdentifierSMC 06342
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/20209
Alternative TitleFirst line of text: Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun;First line of refrain: Over there over there send the word, send the word over there
Referenceshttp://maurice.bgsu.edu/record=b2923638~S9
VERSE 01: 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/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 Yanks are coming the 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: Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun/Johnny show the Hun you’re 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/Yankees to the ranks from the towns and the tanks/Make your mother proud of you/And the old Red White and Blue.