Stay Down Here Where You Belong
Irving Berlin (1914)
Who also wrote "God Bless America
Irving Berlin (1914)
Who also wrote "God Bless America
Good Morning Mr Zip Zip Zip (1918)
According to the sheet music,[2] it was "written around a Fort
Niagara fragment" by Robert Lloyd, "Army song leader."
According to the sheet music,[2] it was "written around a Fort
Niagara fragment" by Robert Lloyd, "Army song leader."
Song Sheets (see below)
THE ROSE OF NO MAN'S LAND (Jack
Caddigan / James A. Brennan)
I've seen some beautiful flowers
Grow in life's garden fair
I've spent some wonderful hours
Lost in their fragrance rare
But I have found another
Wondrous beyond compare....
There's a rose that grows in no-man's
land
And it's wonderful to see
Though it’s sprayed with tears, it will
live for years in my garden of memory
It's the one red rose the soldier knows
It's the work of the Master's hand
'Neath the War's great curse
Stands a Red Cross nurse
She's the rose of no-man's land
Out in the heavenly splendor
Down to the trail of woe
God in his mercy has sent her
Fearing the World below
We call her Rose of Heaven
We've longed to love her so....
There's a rose that grows in no-man's
land
And it's wonderful to see
Though it’s sprayed with tears,
it will live for years in my garden of
memory
It's the one red rose the soldier knows
It's the work of the Master's hand
'Neath the War's great curse stands a
Red Cross nurse
She's the rose of no-man's land
(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - June
2004)
Pack up Your Troubles
Published in 1915 in London. It was
written by Welsh songwriter George
Henry Powell under the pseudonym of
"George Asaf", and set to music by his
brother Felix Powell.
First Verse
Private Perks is a funny little codger
With a smile a funny smile.
Five feet none, he's an artful little
dodger
With a smile a funny smile.
Flush or broke he'll have his little joke,
He can't be suppress'd.
All the other fellows have to grin
When he gets this off his chest, Hi!
Chorus
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-
bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you've a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-
bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
Private Perks went a-marching into
Flanders
With his smile his funny smile.
He was lov'd by the privates and
commanders
For his smile his funny smile.
When a throng of Bosches came along
With a mighty swing,
Perks yell'd out, "This little bunch is
mine!
Keep your heads down, boys and sing,
Hi!
Private Perks he came back from
Bosche-shooting With his smile his
funny smile.
Round his home he then set about
recruiting
With his smile his funny smile.
He told all his pals, the short, the tall,
What a time he'd had;
And as each enlisted like a man
Private Perks said 'Now my lad,' Hi!
I Didn't Raise My Boy to be a
Soldier (1914) composer Al
Piantadosi on December 19, 1914
(lyrics were supplied by Alfred Bryan),
Ten million soldiers to the war have
gone,
Who may never return again.
Ten million mother's hearts must break
For the ones who died in vain.
Head bowed down in sorrow
In her lonely years,
I heard a mother murmur thro' her
tears:
CHORUS (sung twice after each verse)
"I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier,
I brought him up to be my pride and joy,
Who dares to place a musket on his
shoulder,
To shoot some other mother's darling
boy?
Let nations arbitrate their future
troubles,
It's time to lay the sword and gun away,
There'd be no war today,
If mother's all would say,
I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier."
What victory can cheer a mother's
heart,
When she looks at her blighted home?
What victory can bring her back All she
cared to call her own.
Let each mother answer
In the years to be,
"Remember that my boy belongs to
me!"
(CHORUS)
Over There (1917)
George M. Cohan
Johnny,[8] 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 her boy's in line.
Verse 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.
Yankee[11] to the ranks from the
towns and the tanks.[12]
Make your Mother proud of you
And the old red, white and blue
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 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.
Goodbye Broadway Hello France
(1917) Billy Baskette, with lyrics written
by C. Francis Reisner and Benny
Davis.
Goodbye New York town
Goodbye miss liberty
Your light of freedom
Will guide us across the sea
Every soldier’s sweetheart
Bidding goodbye
Every soldier's mother drying her eye
Cheer up, we'll soon be there
Singing this at Yankee air
Goodbye Broadway hello France
We’re at 10 million strong
Goodbye sweetheart, wives and
mothers, it won't take us long
Don’t you worry while we are there
For you we are fighting too
So goodbye Broadway hello France
We’re going to pay our debt to you
Be (? ) in the fight across the sea
We're United in this fight for Liberty
France sent us a soldier, the brave
Lafayette whose deeds and fame
we cannot forget
Now that we have a chance we'll pay
our debt to France
K-K-K- Katy composed 1917
published 1918
Canadian American composer
Geoffrey O'Hara
Jimmy was a soldier brave and bold,
Katy was a maid with hair of gold,
Like an act of fate,
Kate was standing at the gate,
Watching all the boys on dress parade.
Jimmy with the girls was just a gawk,
Stuttered ev'ry time he tried to talk,
Still that night at eight,
He was there at Katy's gate,
Stuttering this song to K-K Kate.
(Chorus)
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
No one ever looked so nice and neat,
No one could be just as cute and
sweet,
That's what Jimmy thought,
When the wedding ring he bought,
Now he's off to France the foe to meet.
Jimmy thought he'd like to take a
chance,
See if he could make the Kaiser dance,
Stepping to a tune,
All about the silv'ry moon,
This is what they hear in far off France.
(Chorus)
Stay Down Here Where You Belong,
(Irving Berlin, 1914)
Down below Down Below
Sat the devil talking to his son
Who wanted to go Up above, Up above
He cried, "It's getting too warm for me
down here and so
I'm going up on Earth where I can have
a little fun
The Devil simply shook his head and
answered his son
Stay down here where you belong
The folks who live above you don't
know right from wrong
To please their kings
They’ve all gone out to war
And not a one of them knows what he's
fighting for
'Way up above they say
that I'm a Devil and I'm bad
Kings up there are bigger devils
than your dad
They're breaking the hearts of mothers
Making butchers out of brothers
You'll find more hell up there than
there is down below
"Kings up there, They don't care
For the mothers who must stay at home
Their sorrows to bear
Stay at home Don't you roam
Although it's warm down below, you'll
find it's warmer up there
If e'er you went up there, my son, I
know you'd be surprised
You'd find a lot of people are not
civilized"
Good Morning Mr. Zip-Zip-Zip
(1918) According to the sheet music,
[2] it was "written around a Fort
Niagara fragment" by Robert Lloyd,
"Army song leader."
We come from ev'ry quarter,
From North, South, East and West,
To clear the way to freedom
For the land we love the best.
We've left our occupations
and home, so far and dear,
But when the going's rather rough,
We raise this song in cheer:
[chorus: repeat twice]
Good morning, Mister Zip-Zip-Zip,
With your hair cut just as short as mine,
Good morning, Mister Zip-Zip-Zip,
You're surely looking fine!
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
If the Camels don't get you,
The Fatimas must,
Good morning, Mister Zip-Zip-Zip,
With your hair cut just as short as,
your hair cut just as short as, your hair
cut just as short as mine.
You see them on the highway,
You meet them down the pike,
In olive drab and khaki
Our soldiers on the hike;
And as the column passes,
The word goes down the line,
Good morning, Mister Zip-Zip-Zip,
You're surely looking fine.
[chorus: repeat twice]
Caddigan / James A. Brennan)
I've seen some beautiful flowers
Grow in life's garden fair
I've spent some wonderful hours
Lost in their fragrance rare
But I have found another
Wondrous beyond compare....
There's a rose that grows in no-man's
land
And it's wonderful to see
Though it’s sprayed with tears, it will
live for years in my garden of memory
It's the one red rose the soldier knows
It's the work of the Master's hand
'Neath the War's great curse
Stands a Red Cross nurse
She's the rose of no-man's land
Out in the heavenly splendor
Down to the trail of woe
God in his mercy has sent her
Fearing the World below
We call her Rose of Heaven
We've longed to love her so....
There's a rose that grows in no-man's
land
And it's wonderful to see
Though it’s sprayed with tears,
it will live for years in my garden of
memory
It's the one red rose the soldier knows
It's the work of the Master's hand
'Neath the War's great curse stands a
Red Cross nurse
She's the rose of no-man's land
(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - June
2004)
Pack up Your Troubles
Published in 1915 in London. It was
written by Welsh songwriter George
Henry Powell under the pseudonym of
"George Asaf", and set to music by his
brother Felix Powell.
First Verse
Private Perks is a funny little codger
With a smile a funny smile.
Five feet none, he's an artful little
dodger
With a smile a funny smile.
Flush or broke he'll have his little joke,
He can't be suppress'd.
All the other fellows have to grin
When he gets this off his chest, Hi!
Chorus
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-
bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you've a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-
bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
Private Perks went a-marching into
Flanders
With his smile his funny smile.
He was lov'd by the privates and
commanders
For his smile his funny smile.
When a throng of Bosches came along
With a mighty swing,
Perks yell'd out, "This little bunch is
mine!
Keep your heads down, boys and sing,
Hi!
Private Perks he came back from
Bosche-shooting With his smile his
funny smile.
Round his home he then set about
recruiting
With his smile his funny smile.
He told all his pals, the short, the tall,
What a time he'd had;
And as each enlisted like a man
Private Perks said 'Now my lad,' Hi!
I Didn't Raise My Boy to be a
Soldier (1914) composer Al
Piantadosi on December 19, 1914
(lyrics were supplied by Alfred Bryan),
Ten million soldiers to the war have
gone,
Who may never return again.
Ten million mother's hearts must break
For the ones who died in vain.
Head bowed down in sorrow
In her lonely years,
I heard a mother murmur thro' her
tears:
CHORUS (sung twice after each verse)
"I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier,
I brought him up to be my pride and joy,
Who dares to place a musket on his
shoulder,
To shoot some other mother's darling
boy?
Let nations arbitrate their future
troubles,
It's time to lay the sword and gun away,
There'd be no war today,
If mother's all would say,
I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier."
What victory can cheer a mother's
heart,
When she looks at her blighted home?
What victory can bring her back All she
cared to call her own.
Let each mother answer
In the years to be,
"Remember that my boy belongs to
me!"
(CHORUS)
Over There (1917)
George M. Cohan
Johnny,[8] 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 her boy's in line.
Verse 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.
Yankee[11] to the ranks from the
towns and the tanks.[12]
Make your Mother proud of you
And the old red, white and blue
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 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.
Goodbye Broadway Hello France
(1917) Billy Baskette, with lyrics written
by C. Francis Reisner and Benny
Davis.
Goodbye New York town
Goodbye miss liberty
Your light of freedom
Will guide us across the sea
Every soldier’s sweetheart
Bidding goodbye
Every soldier's mother drying her eye
Cheer up, we'll soon be there
Singing this at Yankee air
Goodbye Broadway hello France
We’re at 10 million strong
Goodbye sweetheart, wives and
mothers, it won't take us long
Don’t you worry while we are there
For you we are fighting too
So goodbye Broadway hello France
We’re going to pay our debt to you
Be (? ) in the fight across the sea
We're United in this fight for Liberty
France sent us a soldier, the brave
Lafayette whose deeds and fame
we cannot forget
Now that we have a chance we'll pay
our debt to France
K-K-K- Katy composed 1917
published 1918
Canadian American composer
Geoffrey O'Hara
Jimmy was a soldier brave and bold,
Katy was a maid with hair of gold,
Like an act of fate,
Kate was standing at the gate,
Watching all the boys on dress parade.
Jimmy with the girls was just a gawk,
Stuttered ev'ry time he tried to talk,
Still that night at eight,
He was there at Katy's gate,
Stuttering this song to K-K Kate.
(Chorus)
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
No one ever looked so nice and neat,
No one could be just as cute and
sweet,
That's what Jimmy thought,
When the wedding ring he bought,
Now he's off to France the foe to meet.
Jimmy thought he'd like to take a
chance,
See if he could make the Kaiser dance,
Stepping to a tune,
All about the silv'ry moon,
This is what they hear in far off France.
(Chorus)
Stay Down Here Where You Belong,
(Irving Berlin, 1914)
Down below Down Below
Sat the devil talking to his son
Who wanted to go Up above, Up above
He cried, "It's getting too warm for me
down here and so
I'm going up on Earth where I can have
a little fun
The Devil simply shook his head and
answered his son
Stay down here where you belong
The folks who live above you don't
know right from wrong
To please their kings
They’ve all gone out to war
And not a one of them knows what he's
fighting for
'Way up above they say
that I'm a Devil and I'm bad
Kings up there are bigger devils
than your dad
They're breaking the hearts of mothers
Making butchers out of brothers
You'll find more hell up there than
there is down below
"Kings up there, They don't care
For the mothers who must stay at home
Their sorrows to bear
Stay at home Don't you roam
Although it's warm down below, you'll
find it's warmer up there
If e'er you went up there, my son, I
know you'd be surprised
You'd find a lot of people are not
civilized"
Good Morning Mr. Zip-Zip-Zip
(1918) According to the sheet music,
[2] it was "written around a Fort
Niagara fragment" by Robert Lloyd,
"Army song leader."
We come from ev'ry quarter,
From North, South, East and West,
To clear the way to freedom
For the land we love the best.
We've left our occupations
and home, so far and dear,
But when the going's rather rough,
We raise this song in cheer:
[chorus: repeat twice]
Good morning, Mister Zip-Zip-Zip,
With your hair cut just as short as mine,
Good morning, Mister Zip-Zip-Zip,
You're surely looking fine!
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
If the Camels don't get you,
The Fatimas must,
Good morning, Mister Zip-Zip-Zip,
With your hair cut just as short as,
your hair cut just as short as, your hair
cut just as short as mine.
You see them on the highway,
You meet them down the pike,
In olive drab and khaki
Our soldiers on the hike;
And as the column passes,
The word goes down the line,
Good morning, Mister Zip-Zip-Zip,
You're surely looking fine.
[chorus: repeat twice]
