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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'ry where. 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 its over, over there, over there.

There's a girl for every soldier, There's a girl for ev'ry soldier boy. Oh! Tommy, the civvies envy you, They dont know how you find 'em, But you do, do, do! There's a girl for every soldier, It's the uniform that does it sure enough. For when-ever you meet a little bit of khaki, you're sure to find a little bit of fluff.

Swing me in the moonlight, In the moonlight, to-night Swing high! swing low! Swing me over the apple tree, Joe. Don't stop for a spoon, dear, There's a bright light over-head; I'll pay you Joe the kisses I owe, When the moon has gone to bed.

If I could turn the clock back just one year, If angry words might be forgotten too Whether sleeping or waking, my heart is aching, I can think of nothing in all the world but you I miss those nights of gladness, days of joy, And all those blissful moments ever dear I dream of you—and sunny flow'rs, And all the love that might be ours, If I could turn the clock back only just one year.

I'd give the sun-shine to gaze in your eyes, I'd give the stars from the brightest of skies, I'd give the song of the bird on the tree, For that to me is love's melody. I'd give the flow'rs from the fairest of bow'rs If only you, dear, were true, I'd give the joys of the whole wide world For one hour of love with you.