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Long Boy (Good-Bye, Ma! Good-Bye, Pa! Good-Bye, Mule With Yer Old Hee-Haw!) - Lyrics
Composer
Walker, Barclay
Lyricist
Herschell, William
Publisher
Shapiro, Bernstein & Co.
Place of Publication
New York (N.Y.)
Year of Publication
1917
Lyrics
Long Boy Verse: He was just a long, lean country gink from way out west where the hop-toads wink. He was six feet two in his stockin’ feet an’ kept gittin’ thinner th’ more he’d eat. But he was as brave as he was thin, when the war broke out he got right in. Unhitch’d his plow put th’ mule away then th’ old folks heard him say: Refrain: Goodby Ma! Goodby Pa! Goodby mule with yer old hee-haw! I may not know what th’ war’s about, but you bet by gosh I’ll soon find out. An’ O my sweetheart don’t you fear, I’ll bring you a king fer a souvenir. I’ll git you a Turk an’ a Kaiser too, an’ that’s about all one feller could do! Verse: One pair of socks was his only load when he struck fer town by th’ old dirt road. He went right down to th’ public square an’ fell in line with th’ soldiers there. Th’ sergeant put him in uniform, his gal knit mitts fer to kim him warm. They drill’d him hard, they drill’d him long, then they sang his farewell song! Refrain
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Record Series 12/9/96
Series 2, Box 14, Folder 9
Local Identifier
2014_12996_241
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Long Boy Verse: He was just a long, lean country gink from way out west where the hop-toads wink. He was six feet two in his stockin’ feet an’ kept gittin’ thinner th’ more he’d eat. But he was as brave as he was thin, when the war broke out he got right in. Unhitch’d his plow put th’ mule away then th’ old folks heard him say: Refrain: Goodby Ma! Goodby Pa! Goodby mule with yer old hee-haw! I may not know what th’ war’s about, but you bet by gosh I’ll soon find out. An’ O my sweetheart don’t you fear, I’ll bring you a king fer a souvenir. I’ll git you a Turk an’ a Kaiser too, an’ that’s about all one feller could do! Verse: One pair of socks was his only load when he struck fer town by th’ old dirt road. He went right down to th’ public square an’ fell in line with th’ soldiers there. Th’ sergeant put him in uniform, his gal knit mitts fer to kim him warm. They drill’d him hard, they drill’d him long, then they sang his farewell song! Refrain
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 14, Folder 9
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_241
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Long Boy Verse: He was just a long, lean country gink from way out west where the hop-toads wink. He was six feet two in his stockin’ feet an’ kept gittin’ thinner th’ more he’d eat. But he was as brave as he was thin, when the war broke out he got right in. Unhitch’d his plow put th’ mule away then th’ old folks heard him say: Refrain: Goodby Ma! Goodby Pa! Goodby mule with yer old hee-haw! I may not know what th’ war’s about, but you bet by gosh I’ll soon find out. An’ O my sweetheart don’t you fear, I’ll bring you a king fer a souvenir. I’ll git you a Turk an’ a Kaiser too, an’ that’s about all one feller could do! Verse: One pair of socks was his only load when he struck fer town by th’ old dirt road. He went right down to th’ public square an’ fell in line with th’ soldiers there. Th’ sergeant put him in uniform, his gal knit mitts fer to kim him warm. They drill’d him hard, they drill’d him long, then they sang his farewell song! Refrain
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 14, Folder 9
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_241
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986