[Music and lyrics later revised as "Mandy" (1919)] [VERSE:] I was strolling out one evening 'neath the sterling silver moon I could hear somebody singing a familiar tune So I stopped a while to listen Not a word I wanted to miss It was just somebody serenading something like this [REFRAIN:] Mandy Sweeter than a bushel of candy Don't you know the summer is dandy For a sterling silver spoon? My pretty Mandy Don't you know the parson is handy? Come and talk it over with Andy 'Neath the sterling silver moon
[VERSE:] I'm so happy today Things are coming my way There's a wonderful reason Why I'm feeling so gay Now you never will guess So I'd better confess Why I'm so happy My Melinda said "Yes" [REFRAIN:] Ding dong, ding dong Hear those joy bells ring? Ting-a-ling-a-ling My little 'Lindy whispered in my ear "Set the date, honey, don't you wait" And ever since all I can hear is Ding dong, ding dong Listen to those joy bells chime I've had my fortune read And here's what the gypsy said "You're gwine to be happy for a long, long time"
[Original 1918 version:] [1st VERSE:] The other day I chanced to meet a soldier friend of mine He'd been in camp for sev'ral weeks and he was looking fine His muscles had developed and his cheeks were rosy red I asked him how he liked the life and this is what he said: [REFRAIN:] Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all Is to hear the bugler call You've got to get up You've got to get up You've got to get up this morning Someday I'm going to murder the bugler Someday they're going to find him dead I'll amputate his reveille And step upon it heavily And spend the rest of my life in bed [2nd VERSE:] A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again He doesn't have to blow again until the afternoon If ev'rything goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon [alternate lines in 2nd REFRAIN:] Oh! boy the minute the battle is over Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead I'll put my uniform away And move to Philadelphia [Revised version:] [VERSE:] I've been a soldier quite a while and I would like to state The life is simply wonderful, the Army food is great I sleep with ninety-seven others in a wooden hut I love them all, they all love me, it's very lovely but [REFRAIN:] Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all Is to hear the bugler call You've got to get up You've got to get up You've got to get up this morning Someday I'm going to murder the bugler Someday they're going to find him dead I'll amputate his reveille And step upon it heavily And spend the rest of my life in bed [alternate lines in 2nd REFRAIN:] And then I'll get that other pup The guy who wakes the bugler up
[VERSE:] There's dirty work to be done in the army And it's not much fun It's the kind of work that's done Without the aid of a gun The boys who work with the cooks in the kitchen Holler out for peace For they have to do the dirty work And they're called the Kitchen Police [REFRAIN:] Poor little me I'm a K.P. I scrub the mess hall Upon bended knee Against my wishes I wash the dishes To make this wide world safe for Democracy
["Words by Jean Havez, Music by Irving Berlin"] [VERSE:] When darkness comes and the soldier Goes to the land of dreams Comes stealing some little angel Borne by the starlight beams Soothing all of his care With some beautiful prayer Blessings numbering while he's slumbering So peacefully there [REFRAIN:] Dream on, little soldier boy May a golden vision fill your heart with joy May all your happiest hours come back in dreams May sunshine follow the show'rs with brightest beams Wander with a peaceful mind In the land of fancy with the girl you left behind Sleep on whatever befalls Till dawn when reveille calls Dream on, little soldier boy  You've work to do on the morrow Dear little soldier lad Grim war may add to your sorrow You may be sick and sad Even though you may fall Sleep, forgetting it all Resting cozily, dreaming rosily Awaiting your call
[VERSE:] Mother dear, I've just finished mess And I'm here in the Y.M.C.A. How I've missed your tender caress Since the day when I marched away But don't worry, dear, I'm contented here What is more I'm feeling fine Ev'rything's all right, dear, and ev'ry night I will drop you a line [REFRAIN:] You can picture me ev'ry ev'ning At the close of the day Writing a little letter In the Y.M.C.A. Don't you worry, mother darling For while the skies are gray I can always find a little sunshine in the Y.M.C.A.
[1st VERSE:] Mister Wilson, Mister Wilson Won't you kindly lend an ear To what we think is a bright idea It is very necessary that the boys are in good cheer So that they can do their best And here's what we suggest: [REFRAIN:] Send a lot of Jazz Bands over there 'Twill make the boys feel glad Send a troupe of Alexanders With their Jazz Bands out to Flanders And make them play a lot of snappy airs The kind that make you dance It isn't just ammunition and food You've got to keep them in a happy mood So hurry up and send a troupe of Jazz Bands Over to France [2nd VERSE:] Mister Wilson, Mister Wilson Syncopation of today Is the music of the U.S.A. It is snappy, very happy and the only kind to play For the soldiers out in France Will help the big advance:
[1st VERSE:] All is ready so just hold steady We'll soon be going to the pier No more waiting or hesitating The time to sail is here Bye-bye mothers and all the others Who'll come to shed a little tear Don't cry Bye-bye Give us a parting cheer [REFRAIN:] We're on our way to France There's not a minute to spare That's why For when the Yanks advance You bet we wanna be there Goodbye [2nd VERSE:] Old Hoboken is bent and broken From soldiers marching on her pier While you slumber, a great big number Of soldiers disappear To the millions of brave civilians That we are leaving over here We say Day day Give us a parting cheer
[VERSE:] I used to own a vicious looking dog who wouldn't bite I used to know a dangerous looking man who couldn't fight My brother trained wild animals but they were really tame And now I've tasted of a drink that strikes me just the same [REFRAIN:] Bevo, oh, oh, oh, Bevo You're the grandest imitation that we know You're the only drink that a soldier can pick You taste like lager but you haven't got the kick, oh! Bevo, oh, oh, oh, Bevo Tho' you haven't got a punch up your sleeve-o All the soldiers insist That a Christian Scientist Could easily come staggering home on Bevo
[VERSE:] Did you hear of the razor brigade? Of the big reputation they've made? Ever since they came to France They've been used in ev'ry advance They are noted for capturing Huns And they never go in with their guns When the Captain takes his stand He gives them this command: [REFRAIN:] Take your trusty razor by the hand Lead him gently into No-Man's Land Keep a-dancing while advancing And the first Hun that you meet Hold up your razors And cut off his retreat They'll surrender when they see your blade Razors make those German lads afraid And when you bring your pris'ners back You can make them ball the jack And the world will say hip-hip-hooray For the Ragtime Razor Brigade