America, here's my boy / words by Andrew B. Sterling music by Arthur Lange
MLA Citation
Lange, Arthur, 1889-1956. “America, here's my boy / words by Andrew B. Sterling music by Arthur Lange.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/31312. Accessed 8 Dec. 2024.
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Title | America, here's my boy / words by Andrew B. Sterling music by Arthur Lange |
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Subject | World War, 1914-1918 -- Songs and music |
Soldiers -- Family relationships | |
Popular music -- United States -- 1911-1920 | |
Description | For voice and piano |
Cover title | |
Back Cover: Advertisement for "When the parson hands the wedding band from me to Mandy Lee." | |
Cover illustration: drawing of mother and soldier by André De Takacs | |
Creator | Lange, Arthur, 1889-1956 |
Source | Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University |
Publisher | New York, N.Y. : Joe Morris Music Co. |
Date | 1917 |
Contributor | Sterling, Andrew B., 1874-1955 |
De Takacs, André C. Illustrator. | |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC 00619 |
J.M.Co. 569-2 Joe Morris Music Co | |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/31312 | |
Alternative Title | At head of title: Sentiment of every American mother |
First line of text: There's a million mothers knocking | |
First line of chorus: America, I raised a boy for you | |
References | http://maurice.bgsu.edu/record=b2289854~S9 |
VERSE 01: There’s a million mothers knocking at the nations door,/A million mothers, yes and there’ll be millions more,/And while within each mother heart they pray,/Just hark what one brave mother has to say. CHORUS: “America,/I raised a boy for you./America,/You’ll find him staunch and true,/Place a fun upon his shoulder,/He is ready to die or do./America, he is my only one/My hope, my pride and joy,/But if I had another, he would march beside his brother/America, here’s my boy.” VERSE 02: There’s a million mothers waiting by the fireside bright,/A million mothers, wairing for the call tonight./And while within each heart there’ll be a tear,/She’ll watch her boy go marching with a cheer. | |
Original Format | 1 score (3 pages) 35 cm |