Over There   George M. Cohan

Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun.
Take it on the run, on the run, on the run.
Hear them calling you and me;
Every son of Liberty.

Hurry right away, no delay, go today,
Make your daddy glad, to have had such a lad,
Tell your sweetheart not to pine,
To be proud her boy's in the line.

    Over there, Over there,
    Send the word, send the word, over there.
    That the yanks are coming, the yanks are coming
    The drums rum-tum-ming ev'rywhere.

    So prepare, say a pray'r
    Send the word, send the word, to beware.
    We'll be over, we're coming over,
    And we won't come back until we're over
    Over there.


Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun.
Johnie show the hun, you're a son-of-a-gun,
Hoist the flag and let her fly,
Like true heroes do or die.

Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit,
Soldiers to the ranks from the towns to the tanks,
Make your mother proud of you, and to liberty be true.
    Chorus


George M. Cohan's most famous song; he was awarded a Congressional citation (presented by President Franklin D. Roosevelt) for penning it. It was sung in both WWI and WWII.