Songs of George M. Cohan


You're a grand old flag, 
You're a high flying flag,
And forever in peace may you wave. 
You're the emblem of 
The land I love,
The home of the free and the brave. 
Ev'ry heart beats true 
'neath the Red, White, and Blue, 
Where there's never a boast or brag. 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

There's a feeling comes a-stealing
and it sets my heart a-reeling
When I listen to the music of a military band.
Any tune like Yankee Doodle
Simply sets me on my noodle
It's a sentimental feeling that no one can understand.
Red, white, and blue,
I am for you.
Honest you're a grand old flag.


1. Johnny 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 their boy's in line.

Refrain (x2):
|: Over There :|
|: Send the word :|
Over There
That the Yanks are coming
The Yanks are coming
The drums rum-tuming everywhere.
So prepare say a pray'r
|: 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. 

2. Johnny get your gun,
Get your gun, get your gun,
Johnny 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 to the ranks
From the towns and the tanks
Make your mother proud of you
And the old Red White and Blue.


George M. Cohan, 1917

I'm a Yankee Doodle dandy,
A Yankee Doodle, do or die;
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam,
Born on the fourth of July.
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart--
She's my Yankee Doodle joy.
Yankee Doodle went to London
Just to ride the ponies--
I am that Yankee Doodle boy.


Last updated: February 21, 2004 .

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