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Mammy’s Chocolate Soldier Verse: Pick-a-ninny cuteIn his khaki suit, Wanted to join the kiddies playing soldier as a new recruit. Because his skin was brown, The white kids turned him down
So he ran home crying to his Mammy, Saddest little kid in town. Mammy drives his tears away, When he hears her say: Refrain: Come and lay your kinky head on Mammy’s shoulder. Don’t you cry your Mammy’s little choc’late soldier
And a soldier can’t be crying Even though he thinks he’s dying. So, stop those tears running down, Your little cheeks of choc’late brown. Come and let those loving arms of Mammy hold you. Try to be a soldier like your Mammy told you. Though your skin is dark as night I know your little pick-a-ninny heart is white, And you’ll always be your mammy’s choc’late soldier. Verse: Years have passed away, mammy old and gray, Stands in the crowd to watch the soldiers as they bravely marched away. And her heart fills with joy, For when she sees her boy, He is really Mammy’s choc’late so
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 17, Folder 10
Local Identifier
2014_12996_418
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
And a soldier can’t be crying Even though he thinks he’s dying. So, stop those tears running down, Your little cheeks of choc’late brown. Come and let those loving arms of Mammy hold you. Try to be a soldier like your Mammy told you. Though your skin is dark as night I know your little pick-a-ninny heart is white, And you’ll always be your mammy’s choc’late soldier. Verse: Years have passed away, mammy old and gray, Stands in the crowd to watch the soldiers as they bravely marched away. And her heart fills with joy, For when she sees her boy, He is really Mammy’s choc’late so
So he ran home crying to his Mammy, Saddest little kid in town. Mammy drives his tears away, When he hears her say: Refrain: Come and lay your kinky head on Mammy’s shoulder. Don’t you cry your Mammy’s little choc’late soldier
Mammy’s Chocolate Soldier Verse: Pick-a-ninny cuteIn his khaki suit, Wanted to join the kiddies playing soldier as a new recruit. Because his skin was brown, The white kids turned him down
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 17, Folder 10
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_418
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
And a soldier can’t be crying Even though he thinks he’s dying. So, stop those tears running down, Your little cheeks of choc’late brown. Come and let those loving arms of Mammy hold you. Try to be a soldier like your Mammy told you. Though your skin is dark as night I know your little pick-a-ninny heart is white, And you’ll always be your mammy’s choc’late soldier. Verse: Years have passed away, mammy old and gray, Stands in the crowd to watch the soldiers as they bravely marched away. And her heart fills with joy, For when she sees her boy, He is really Mammy’s choc’late so
So he ran home crying to his Mammy, Saddest little kid in town. Mammy drives his tears away, When he hears her say: Refrain: Come and lay your kinky head on Mammy’s shoulder. Don’t you cry your Mammy’s little choc’late soldier
Mammy’s Chocolate Soldier Verse: Pick-a-ninny cuteIn his khaki suit, Wanted to join the kiddies playing soldier as a new recruit. Because his skin was brown, The white kids turned him down
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 17, Folder 10
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_418
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986