Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning / by Irving Berlin
Berlin, Irving, 1888-1989. Composer. “Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning / by Irving Berlin.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 16 June 2020, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/37154. Accessed 10 Aug. 2020.
|Title||Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning / by Irving Berlin|
|Subject||Samuels, Rae, -1979 -- Portraits;Wright, Horace -- Portraits;Dietrich, Rene, 1886- -- Portraits;Newhoff & Phelps -- Portraits;Bugle calls -- Songs and music;World War, 1914-1918 -- Songs and music;Soldiers -- United States -- Songs and music;Popular music -- United States -- 1911-1920;Songs with piano;Bugle -- Pictorial works;Soldiers -- United States -- Pictorial works;Popular music -- 1911-1920|
|Description||For voice and piano;Caption title;Advertisement on back page has musical excerpt for "At half past nine" by Archie Gottler on copies 1,2, and 4 excerpt from "I Cannot Bear to Say Goodbye" on copies 3 and 5;"Irving Berlin's bugle song"--Cover. Copy 1 is trimmed.;F.J. Lawson Co. N.Y;Cover illustration: Uniformed bugler against early morning clouds with inset photo of Rae Samuels / Barbelle on cop.1 photo of Newhoff & Phelps on cop.2 photo of Horace Wright and Rene Dietrich on cop.3 photo of Bob Hall on cop.4 photo of The Dream Gorls, Maire and Hortense on cop.5;"Dedicated to my friend 'Private Howard Friend' who occupies the cot next to mine and feels as I do about the 'bugler'."|
|Creator||Berlin, Irving, 1888-1989. Composer.|
|Publisher||New York : Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co.|
|Contributor||Barbelle, 1888-1957. Illustrator.;Friend, Howard, Private. Dedicatee.;Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co. Publisher.|
|801 Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: Other day I chanced to meet a soldier friend of mine;First line of chorus: Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning|
|Is Part Of||Sheet Music Collection, Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives, University Libraries, Bowling Green State University|
VERSE 01: The other day I chanced to meet a soldier friend of mine,/He'd been in camp for sev'ral weeks and he was looking fine;/His muscles had developed and his cheeks were rosy red,/I asked him how he liked the life and this is what he said:CHORUS 01: "Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning,/Oh! how I'd love to remain in bed,/For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;/You've got to get up, you've got to get up, you've got to get up this morning!/Someday I'm going to murder the bugler,/Someday they're going to find him dead;/I'll amputate his reveille and step upon it heavily,/And spend the rest of my life in bed.VERSE 02: A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men,/He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again;/He doesn't have to blow again until the afternoon,/If ev'rything goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon.CHORUS 02: "Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning,/Oh! how I'd love to remain in bed,/For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;/You've got to get up, you've got to get up, you've got to get up this morning!/Oh! boy the minute the battle is over,/Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead;/I'll put my uniform away and move to Philadelphia,/And spend the rest of my life in bed.
|Original Format||1 score (3 pages) 35 cm|