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Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your
      gun,
Take it on the run, on the run, on the run;
Hear them calling you and me;
Ev'ry son of liberty.
Hurry right away, no delay, go today,
Make your daddy glad, to have had such a lad,
Tell your sweetheart not to pine,
To be proud her boy's in line.

CHORUS:
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there,
"That the Yanks are coming,
the Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming ev'ry where―
So prepare, say a pray'r,
Send the word, send the word to beware,
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over over
      there.

Johnnie get your gun, get your gun,
      gun,
Johnnie show the Hun, you're a son
Hoist the flag and let her fly,
Like true heroes, do or die.
Pack your little kit, show your grit, (
Soldiers to the ranks from the town'
      tanks,
Make your mother proud of you,
And to liberty be true
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