The Boys who won't come home / words by Harry Hamilton music by Ed Thomas
MLA Citation
Thomas, Ed. “The Boys who won't come home / words by Harry Hamilton music by Ed Thomas.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/31402. Accessed 16 Feb. 2025.
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Title | The Boys who won't come home / words by Harry Hamilton music by Ed Thomas |
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Subject | World War, 1914-1918 -- Songs and music |
Soldiers -- Songs and music | |
Songs with piano | |
Description | For voice and piano |
Caption title | |
Back cover: Excerpts of He's had no lovin' for a long, long, time | |
Creator | Thomas, Ed |
Source | Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University |
Publisher | New York : Broadway Music Corp |
Date | 1919 |
Contributor | Hamilton, Harry. Lyricist. |
Walton, E. E. Illustrator. | |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC 00846 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/31402 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: Flags were waving gaily all along the village street |
First line of chorus: My boy was one of those who went away | |
References | http://maurice.bgsu.edu/record=b2301500~S9 |
VERSE 01: The flags were waving gaily all along the village street,/The air was filled with music and the sound of marching feet./The boys had come back home again,/Their fighting days were done/And ev’ry heart was filled with pride/For the glory they had won./A gray haired mother tried to smile,/Amid the cheers and cries,/She murmur’d softly as she gazed/With sad and tear dimmed eyes. CHORUS: My boy was one of those who went away,/He was my pride and joy/I loved him just as ev’ry other mother loves her boy/He gave his life to Uncle Sam,/He’s sleeping o’er the foam/So while you’re cheering, don’t forget the boys who won’t come home. VERSE 02: He heard his country calling, and he answered to the call,/He went like all of Pershing’s men prepared to give his all./He took my blessing with him when he sailed across the sea/And since he went, I’ve prayed for him and waited patiently,/But greater flory claimed him and I’m proud that he could go,/He’s sleeping now in Flander’s field where crimson poppies grow | |
Original Format | 1 score (3 pages) 31 cm |