Send the Word Lyrics

Johnny, 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

Every one for 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.

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 everywhere.

Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit

Yankees to the ranks from the towns and the tanks

Make your mother proud of you and the old Red White and Blue

Johnny, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun.

Take it on the run, on the run, on the run.

Tell your sweetheart not to pine,

To be proud her boy's in line, Over there.