Just
over there with outstretched arms,
Waits Death by night and day.
Grim,
silent watchers are they all,
In uniforms of gray.
Like
foxes, furrowed from their foes,
With claw and molar bare,
They
wait and wait their chance to strike
Just over there.
Just
over there a million hearts
Are beating night and day;
But
bitter hatred fills not all
Those uniforms of gray.
Ah
no! It is the Iron Hand
That makes them do and dare;
They do
not want to shoot us down,
Just over there!
Just
over there are gentle souls,
And friendly hands we know;
Hands
that would gladly hold our own,
And call us not their foe.
A
God of peace and God of war,
Such wanton carnage spare!
Show
them the light of Truth and Right
Just over there!
July
18, 1917
"Over There" was also a 1917 song popular
with United States soldiers. It was a patriotic song designed to galvanize
American young men to enlist in the army and fight the "Hun".
Verse 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 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 to the ranks
from the towns and the tanks.
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.
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