Over There

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, no delay

Make your daddy glad

To have had such a lad.

Tell your sweetheart not to pine,

To be proud her boy’s in line.

Chorus

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

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 till it’s over

Over there.

Johnnie, get your gun,

Get your gun, get your gun,

Johnnie show the Hun

Who’s a son of a gun.

Hoist the flag and let her bly,

Yankee Doodle do or die.

pack your little kit,

Show your grit, do your bit.

Yankee Doodle fill the ranks,

From the town and the tanks.

Make your mother proud of you,

And the old Red, White, and Blue.

(Repeat chorus twice)