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Jim, Jim, Don't Come Back ’Till You Win

Title
Jim, Jim, Don't Come Back "Till You Win" - Lyrics
Composer
Von Tilzer, Harry  
Lyricist
  • Hanlon, Bert  
  • Ryan, Ben  
Publisher
Harry Von Tilzer Music Pub. Co.  
Place of Publication
New York (N.Y.)  
Lyrics
Jim Jim Don’t Come Back ‘Till You Win Verse: The beat, the beat, the beat of the feet on the street. The yanks, the tanks, the Joes’ and Jims’ and the Hanks’ Ev’ry lad in Khaki clad. Hep, pep, right in step Ev’ry heart is glad. As they passed a mother cried “There goes my darling Jim. Goodbye, good luck,” and then she spoke these parting words to him. Refrain: Jim, Jim, don’t come back ‘till you win. Jim, Jim, when you get into Berlin, Send a helmet that you capture from the Hun. Show your daddy you’re a fightin’ son of a gun. Jim, Jim, set your teeth with a grin. Just make your dear old mother say, “He’s mine, I’m proud of him.” Can the Kaiser he’s a quince, It’s up to you to crown the prince. Jim, Jim, don’t come back ‘till you win. Verse: The foe, the foe, just follow the bugle and go The Schlitz the Schmitts the Hans and Louies and Fritz Wipe them out put them to rout Hop, pop, o’er the top, Make them turn about. Don’t come back until your name is down in history. And make this goo
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Original Location
  • Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
  • Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_376
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Collection
James Edward Myers World War I Sheet Music Collection

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Title
Jim, Jim, Don't Come Back ’Till You Win
Composer
Von Tilzer, Harry  
Lyricist
  • Ryan, Ben  
  • Hanlon, Bert  
Publisher
Harry Von Tilzer Music Pub. Co.  
Place of Publication
New York (N.Y.)  
Year of Publication
1918  
Date of Copyright
1918-11-06
Lyrics
Jim Jim Don’t Come Back ‘Till You Win Verse: The beat, the beat, the beat of the feet on the street. The yanks, the tanks, the Joes’ and Jims’ and the Hanks’ Ev’ry lad in Khaki clad. Hep, pep, right in step Ev’ry heart is glad. As they passed a mother cried “There goes my darling Jim. Goodbye, good luck,” and then she spoke these parting words to him. Refrain: Jim, Jim, don’t come back ‘till you win. Jim, Jim, when you get into Berlin, Send a helmet that you capture from the Hun. Show your daddy you’re a fightin’ son of a gun. Jim, Jim, set your teeth with a grin. Just make your dear old mother say, “He’s mine, I’m proud of him.” Can the Kaiser he’s a quince, It’s up to you to crown the prince. Jim, Jim, don’t come back ‘till you win. Verse: The foe, the foe, just follow the bugle and go The Schlitz the Schmitts the Hans and Louies and Fritz Wipe them out put them to rout Hop, pop, o’er the top, Make them turn about. Don’t come back until your name is down in history. And make this goo
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Original Location
  • Record Series 12/9/96
  • Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
Local Identifier
2014_12996_376
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Collection
James Edward Myers World War I Sheet Music Collection
TitleJim, Jim, Don't Come Back ’Till You Win
ComposerVon Tilzer, Harry  
Lyricist
  • Ryan, Ben  
  • Hanlon, Bert  
PublisherHarry Von Tilzer Music Pub. Co.  
Place of PublicationNew York (N.Y.)  
Year of Publication1918  
Date of Copyright1918-11-06
LyricsJim Jim Don’t Come Back ‘Till You Win Verse: The beat, the beat, the beat of the feet on the street. The yanks, the tanks, the Joes’ and Jims’ and the Hanks’ Ev’ry lad in Khaki clad. Hep, pep, right in step Ev’ry heart is glad. As they passed a mother cried “There goes my darling Jim. Goodbye, good luck,” and then she spoke these parting words to him. Refrain: Jim, Jim, don’t come back ‘till you win. Jim, Jim, when you get into Berlin, Send a helmet that you capture from the Hun. Show your daddy you’re a fightin’ son of a gun. Jim, Jim, set your teeth with a grin. Just make your dear old mother say, “He’s mine, I’m proud of him.” Can the Kaiser he’s a quince, It’s up to you to crown the prince. Jim, Jim, don’t come back ‘till you win. Verse: The foe, the foe, just follow the bugle and go The Schlitz the Schmitts the Hans and Louies and Fritz Wipe them out put them to rout Hop, pop, o’er the top, Make them turn about. Don’t come back until your name is down in history. And make this goo
RepositoryUniversity of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Original Location
  • Record Series 12/9/96
  • Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
Local Identifier2014_12996_376
Collection TitleJames Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
CollectionJames Edward Myers World War I Sheet Music Collection

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