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I'd Be Proud To Be the Mother of a Soldier - Lyrics
Composer
Bayha, Charles
Lyricist
Bayha, Charles
Publisher
Shapiro, Bernstein & Co.
Place of Publication
New York (N.Y.)
Year of Publication
1915
Lyrics
I’d be Proud to be the Mother of a Soldier Verse: Seated ‘round the table were Mother and Dad, And their darling lad, He was all that they had, “It’s not right that men should fight,” He wisely shook his head, “Each soldier brave, his nation’s slave, Goes out to die,” he said, His mother sadly smiled and sighed, And as she took him in her arms, replied: Refrain: You’d do the same thing, if it should come tomorrow, You’d do the same thing, altho’ you’d cause me sorrow, Just like your Dad before, You’d march away to war, And the same as any other, Leave your sweetheart and your mother, Now that the others are fighting, I pray for peace, it’s true, But it would be a diff’rent story, If they trampled on Old Glory, I’d be proud to be the mother of a soldier. Verse: While the father listened, his heart filled with pride, “You’re right, dear!” he cried, “Now to keep peace we’ve tried, But the game we’ll play the same As Washington would do, And if we must, we will or bust For old Red, White a
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 15, Folder 9
Local Identifier
2014_12996_319
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
I’d be Proud to be the Mother of a Soldier Verse: Seated ‘round the table were Mother and Dad, And their darling lad, He was all that they had, “It’s not right that men should fight,” He wisely shook his head, “Each soldier brave, his nation’s slave, Goes out to die,” he said, His mother sadly smiled and sighed, And as she took him in her arms, replied: Refrain: You’d do the same thing, if it should come tomorrow, You’d do the same thing, altho’ you’d cause me sorrow, Just like your Dad before, You’d march away to war, And the same as any other, Leave your sweetheart and your mother, Now that the others are fighting, I pray for peace, it’s true, But it would be a diff’rent story, If they trampled on Old Glory, I’d be proud to be the mother of a soldier. Verse: While the father listened, his heart filled with pride, “You’re right, dear!” he cried, “Now to keep peace we’ve tried, But the game we’ll play the same As Washington would do, And if we must, we will or bust For old Red, White a
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 15, Folder 9
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_319
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
I’d be Proud to be the Mother of a Soldier Verse: Seated ‘round the table were Mother and Dad, And their darling lad, He was all that they had, “It’s not right that men should fight,” He wisely shook his head, “Each soldier brave, his nation’s slave, Goes out to die,” he said, His mother sadly smiled and sighed, And as she took him in her arms, replied: Refrain: You’d do the same thing, if it should come tomorrow, You’d do the same thing, altho’ you’d cause me sorrow, Just like your Dad before, You’d march away to war, And the same as any other, Leave your sweetheart and your mother, Now that the others are fighting, I pray for peace, it’s true, But it would be a diff’rent story, If they trampled on Old Glory, I’d be proud to be the mother of a soldier. Verse: While the father listened, his heart filled with pride, “You’re right, dear!” he cried, “Now to keep peace we’ve tried, But the game we’ll play the same As Washington would do, And if we must, we will or bust For old Red, White a
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 15, Folder 9
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_319
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986