Soldiers waiting for chow
at Camp Greene
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Pack Up Your Troubles
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that’s the style.
What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
Aud smile, smile, smile.
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Keep the Home Fires Burning
Keep the home fires burning,
While your hearts are yearning.
Though your lads are far away,
They dream of home.
There’s a silver lining,
Through the dark cloud shining,
Turn the dark clouds inside out
Till the boys come home.
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There’s a Long, Long Trail
There’s a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And the white moon beams.
There’s a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true,
Till the day when I’ll be going
Down that long, long trail with you.
There’s a long, long trail a-winding
Into No Man’s Land in France;
Where the shrapnel shells are bursting
But we must advance.
There’ll be lots of drills and hiking
Before our dreams all come true,
But we’re going to show the Kaiser
How the Yankee boys come through.
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Over There
Over there, over there.
Send the word, send the word over there
That the Yanks are coming,
The Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming everywhere.
So beware, say a prayer,
Send the word, send the word to prepare.
We’ll be over, we’re coming over.
And we won’t come back
Till it’s over over there.
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I May be Gone for a Long, Long Time
I may he gone for a long, long time,
Long, long, long, long time.
When I go you may know that I’ll always pine
For the day when you’ll be mine.
Be true to me for a long, long time.
Rain or shine, sweetheart mine.
I’ll he just as true to you
As to the Red, White and Blue.
Though i'm gone for a long, long time.
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Kaiser Bill
Tune: "On the Beach at Waikiki."
Kaiser Bill, oh. we are coming,
With our army over sea.
And you forgot our motto.
Which is, "Do not tread on me."
It’s a job we never started,
But we’ll finish Germany;
And we’ll hang you, Kaiser William.
On the highest linden tree.
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Let's Go
Tune: "Dixie."
In khaki suit and army visor,
All aboard to can the Kaiser,
Look away! Look away! Look away, Germany!
In Kaiserland he reigns alone;
We'll push the Kaiser off his throne.
Look away! Look away! Look away, Germany.
We’re off to can the Kaiser,
Hooray! Hooray!
In Kaiserlaud we’ll take our stand
Until we can the Kaiser.
Let’s go. let’s go, let’s go and can the Kaiser.
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go and can the Kaiser.
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Where Do We Go From Here?
Where do we go from here, boys,
Where do we go from here?
Slip a pill to Kaiser Bill
And make him shed a tear.
And when we see the enemy,
We’ll shoot them in the rear;
Oh, joy, oh, boy,
Where do we go from here.
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Goodbye, Bill
Tune: "Goodbye, Girls, I’m Through."
Goodbye, Bill, you’re through,
You’d better start to fret.
We’ll tie a can to you,
Without the least regret.
Our army mobilizing, it sure looks terrorizing.
We will keep this aim in view:
We’ll get you, we’ll get you,
Goodbye, Bill, you’re through.
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Hot Time
Here we are, and we’re off for Berlin town,
We'll turn Bill and his army upside down.
And when the Allies make the Kaiser shed his crown,
There’ll he a hot time in the old town that night. Oh, baby! (Repeat),
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When the Roses Bloom in Oregon
Tune: When its Cherry Time in Tokio.
When the roses bloom in Oregon
I want to be in Oregon,
Where a pretty maiden waits for me
While I’m across the sea.
On a hike and after taps, my dear,
Two different calls you hear,
"Forward," Ho!
(If the girl could see me now)
"Halt" (Click) Wow!
K. F. W. the huge gow.
When the roses bloom in Oregon
I’ll be in Oregon with you.
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A Perfect Day
When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thought,
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay
For the joy that the day has brought.
Do you think what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart,
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray
And the dear friends have to part?
Well, this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey, too;
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For mem’ry has painted this perfect day
With colors that never fade.
And we find at the end of a perfect day
The soul of a friend we’ve made.
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Good-Bye, Broadway, Hello France
Good-bye Broadway, Hello France,
We’re ten million strong,
Good-bye sweethearts, wives and mothers,
It won’t take us long.
Don’t you worry while we’re gone,
It’s you we’re fighting for,
So good-bye Broadway, Hello France,
We’re come to square our debt to you.
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Send Us Away With a Smile
Send us away with a smile, little girl.
Brush the tears from your eyes of brown,
It’s all for the best, and I’m off with the rest
Of the boys from my own home town.
It may be forever we part, little girl,
And it may be for only a while;
But if fight, dear, we must,
In our Maker we trust,
So send us away with a smile.
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I’ll Wed the Girl I Left Behind
I can picture tonight in the dim candle light
The girl I left behind.
I can see her once more at the old cottage door,
Waiting with love divine.
For I gave her the ring and I promised to bring,
Bring the parson back and make her mine;
So I’m going right back, hang my hat on the rack,
And wed the girl I left behind.
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Hail, Hail, the Gang’s All Here
Oh! I’ve been to the Bamburg show,
Seen the lion and the wild kangaroo,
And we’ll all stick together
In rain and shiny weather
‘Cause we're going to see the whole show thru.
Well! Well! Well!
Hail, hail, the gang’s all here!
We’re going to get the Kaiser,
We're going to get the Kaiser.
Hail, hail, the gang’s all here!
We’re going to get the Kaiser now.
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Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored:
He hath loosed the faithful lightning of His terrible, swift sword!
His truth is marching on.
Chorus
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marchimig on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His truth is marching on.
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Old Black Joe
Gone are the days when my head was young and gay;
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away:
Gone from this earth to a better land I know,
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe."
Chorus
I’m coming, I’m coming,
For my head is bending low;
I hear those gentle voices calling,
"Old Black Joe!"
Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
The children so dear, that I held upon my knee?
Gone to the shore where my soul has long’d to go,
I hear their gentle voices calling,
"Old Black Joe."
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Drink to Me
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine,
And leave a kiss within the cup,
And I’ll not ask for wine;
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s Nectar sip
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon’ring’ thee,
As giving it a hope that there
It would not withered be;
But thou, thereon didst only breathe
And send’st it back to me;
Since when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
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