Lyrics:
First verse
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; Ev'ry 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.
Refrain
Over there, over there, Send the word, send the word over there, That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming, The drums rumtumming 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 it's over over there. Over there, over there, Send the word, send the word over there, That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming, The drums rumtumming 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 it's over over there.
Second verse
Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun, Johnnie show the Hun, you’re a son-of-a-gun, Hoist the flag and let her fly, Like true heroes do or die. Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit, Soldiers to the ranks from the towns and the tanks, Make your mother proud of you, And to liberty be true.
(Refrain)
