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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
Rights
No Copyright - United States
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
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
Rights
No Copyright - United States
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
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
Rights
No Copyright - United States
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