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My boy, he just can't help from being a soldier - Lyrics
Composer
McGirt, J. E.
Lyricist
McGirt, J. E.
Publisher
Western Music Publishers
Place of Publication
Chicago (Ill.)
Lyrics
My Boy, He Just Can’t Help From Being a Soldier Verse: See yonder where the stars and stripes are waving, over the cottage standing by the way, There lives a soldier’s little lonely widow, feeble, old and gray. Her husband died a-fighting for his country, and left her with a baby all alone, And now the boy her only pride and jewel, to the front has gone. I wonder how a boy who loved his mother, could go away and leave no one to aid
She seemed to know the thoughts that I was thinking, and raised her head and said: Refrain: My boy he just can’t help from being a soldier, I taught him always stand up for the right, I told him liberty it was a jewel to protect it with all his might. I told him ‘bout the flag his father died for, the flag he left unto his trust, And while a spark of life was left within him, not to let it trail the dust. I gave the blood that courses thro’ his body, his father gave to him a craw of sand, What brings the joy to me I know wheree’er he be he is fighting like
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_438
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
She seemed to know the thoughts that I was thinking, and raised her head and said: Refrain: My boy he just can’t help from being a soldier, I taught him always stand up for the right, I told him liberty it was a jewel to protect it with all his might. I told him ‘bout the flag his father died for, the flag he left unto his trust, And while a spark of life was left within him, not to let it trail the dust. I gave the blood that courses thro’ his body, his father gave to him a craw of sand, What brings the joy to me I know wheree’er he be he is fighting like
My Boy, He Just Can’t Help From Being a Soldier Verse: See yonder where the stars and stripes are waving, over the cottage standing by the way, There lives a soldier’s little lonely widow, feeble, old and gray. Her husband died a-fighting for his country, and left her with a baby all alone, And now the boy her only pride and jewel, to the front has gone. I wonder how a boy who loved his mother, could go away and leave no one to aid
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_438
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
She seemed to know the thoughts that I was thinking, and raised her head and said: Refrain: My boy he just can’t help from being a soldier, I taught him always stand up for the right, I told him liberty it was a jewel to protect it with all his might. I told him ‘bout the flag his father died for, the flag he left unto his trust, And while a spark of life was left within him, not to let it trail the dust. I gave the blood that courses thro’ his body, his father gave to him a craw of sand, What brings the joy to me I know wheree’er he be he is fighting like
My Boy, He Just Can’t Help From Being a Soldier Verse: See yonder where the stars and stripes are waving, over the cottage standing by the way, There lives a soldier’s little lonely widow, feeble, old and gray. Her husband died a-fighting for his country, and left her with a baby all alone, And now the boy her only pride and jewel, to the front has gone. I wonder how a boy who loved his mother, could go away and leave no one to aid
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_438
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986