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The Kid Has Gone to the Colors Verse: The kid has gone to the colors, And we don’t know what to say. The kid we have loved and cuddled, Stepped out for the Flag today. We tho’t him a child, a baby, With never a care at all, But his country call’d him man-size, And the kid has heard the call. Verse: He paused to watch the recruiting. Where, fired by fife and drum, He bowed his head to Old Glory And thought it whispered “Come!” The kid, not being a slacker, Stood forth with patriot joy To add his name to the roster And, God, we’re proud of the boy. Verse: The kid has gone to the colors! It seems but a little while Since he drilled a school-boy army In truly martial style. But now he’s a man, a soldier. We lend him a list’ning ear. For his heart’s a heart all loyal, Unscourg’d by curse of fear. Verse: His dad, when he told him, shudder’d. His mother, God bless her, cried. Yet, blest with a mother nature, She wept with a mother pride. But he whose old shoulders straighten’d Was grand-dad,
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 9
Local Identifier
2014_12996_415
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
The Kid Has Gone to the Colors Verse: The kid has gone to the colors, And we don’t know what to say. The kid we have loved and cuddled, Stepped out for the Flag today. We tho’t him a child, a baby, With never a care at all, But his country call’d him man-size, And the kid has heard the call. Verse: He paused to watch the recruiting. Where, fired by fife and drum, He bowed his head to Old Glory And thought it whispered “Come!” The kid, not being a slacker, Stood forth with patriot joy To add his name to the roster And, God, we’re proud of the boy. Verse: The kid has gone to the colors! It seems but a little while Since he drilled a school-boy army In truly martial style. But now he’s a man, a soldier. We lend him a list’ning ear. For his heart’s a heart all loyal, Unscourg’d by curse of fear. Verse: His dad, when he told him, shudder’d. His mother, God bless her, cried. Yet, blest with a mother nature, She wept with a mother pride. But he whose old shoulders straighten’d Was grand-dad,
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 9
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_415
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
The Kid Has Gone to the Colors Verse: The kid has gone to the colors, And we don’t know what to say. The kid we have loved and cuddled, Stepped out for the Flag today. We tho’t him a child, a baby, With never a care at all, But his country call’d him man-size, And the kid has heard the call. Verse: He paused to watch the recruiting. Where, fired by fife and drum, He bowed his head to Old Glory And thought it whispered “Come!” The kid, not being a slacker, Stood forth with patriot joy To add his name to the roster And, God, we’re proud of the boy. Verse: The kid has gone to the colors! It seems but a little while Since he drilled a school-boy army In truly martial style. But now he’s a man, a soldier. We lend him a list’ning ear. For his heart’s a heart all loyal, Unscourg’d by curse of fear. Verse: His dad, when he told him, shudder’d. His mother, God bless her, cried. Yet, blest with a mother nature, She wept with a mother pride. But he whose old shoulders straighten’d Was grand-dad,
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 9
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_415
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986