Over There

Words by Jack Yellen; music by Milton Ager, 1929

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

Refrain:
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word, over there,
That the Yanks are coming
The Yanks are coming
The drums rumtumming everywhere.
So prepare, say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware,
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over over there.

Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun,
Johnnie show the Hun, you're a son of a gun
Hoist the flag and let her fly,
Yankee doodle do or die.
Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit
Yankees join the ranks from the towns and the tanks
Make your mother proud of you,
And the old red, white, and blue.


Refrain:
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word, over there,
That the Yanks are coming
The Yanks are coming
The drums rumtumming everywhere.
So prepare, say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware,
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over over there.

 

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