P-E-A-C-E : (let's call the soldiers home) / words & music by Jas. A. Lonergan
MLA Citation
Lonergan, James A. “P-E-A-C-E : (let's call the soldiers home) / words & music by Jas. A. Lonergan.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/37147. Accessed 8 Sep. 2024.
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Title | P-E-A-C-E : (let's call the soldiers home) / words & music by Jas. A. Lonergan |
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Subject | World War, 1914-1918 -- Songs and music;World War, 1914-1918 -- Peace -- Songs and music;Popular music -- 1911-1920;Songs with piano;Wilson, Woodrow, 1856-1924 -- Portraits |
Description | For voice and piano;Caption title;Cover photograph of President Wilson |
Creator | Lonergan, James A |
Publisher | Waterbury, Conn. : James A. Lonergan Pub. Co. |
Date | 1915 |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
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Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC04626 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/37147 | |
Alternative Title | Peace : let's call the soldiers home;Let's call the soldiers home;First line of text: Last night in my dreams I could picture the sad dreary lands 'cross the sea;First line of chorus: P means the millions of Papa's who'll never see their loved ones any more |
Is Part Of | Sheet Music Collection, Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives, University Libraries, Bowling Green State University |
References | https://maurice.bgsu.edu:443/record=b2907958~S9 |
VERSE 01: Last night in my dreams I could picture the sad dreary land 'cross the sea./Heartbroken mothers sisters and brothers in homes that need sympathy/For the lads and the dads who are sleeping where they fell in battle far away//In our own U.S.A. we forget day by day/But one little word seems to say.CHORUS: P means the millions of Papa's who'll never see their loved ones anymore/E is for Every broken hearted mother who waits by a cottage door/A is for All the Heroes/C for their Country, theirs alone/E means to Everybody this spells Peace/So let's call the soldiers homeVERSE 02: A million dead heroes are sleeping in the shadows of Alsace Lorraine/Mem'ries are keeping mothers are weeping for daddy's return in vain/There's a girlie alone with her sorrow for the sweetheart who kiss'd her "Good-Bye"/And the children each day when they're kneeling to pray then each little lip seems to sigh. | |
Original Format | 1 score (5 pages) 34 cm |