Songbook Information

Songbook title:	Victory Song Book for Soldiers, Sailors and Marines
Year:	1942
Editor:	Hugo Frey
Publisher:	Robbins Music Corporation
Location:	New York
Songs:	Abdul, the Bulbul Ameer All we do is sign the pay-roll Aloha oe America Anchors aweigh Are you the O’Reilly At a Georgia camp meeting Battle hymn of the republic Bombed Captain Jinks Columbia, the gem of the ocean Comrades Daisy Bell De camptown races Dixie Don’t bite the hand that’s feeding you Don’t sit under the apple tree Down went McGinty For he’s a jolly good fellow Frankie and Johnnie Give me a kiss by the numbers God bless our native land (alt. setting) Good morning, Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip Hail, Columbia! Hand me down my walking cane Hinky dinky parlay voo Home, boys, home How d’ye do? I ain’t got weary yet! I don’t want to get well I’m a Ding Dong Daddy In the evening by the moonlight I’ve been workin’ on the railroad Ja-da Jingle bells John Brown’s body K-K-K-Katy Li’l Liza Jane Little brown jug Loch Lomond Look at the ears on him (How do you get that way?) Marching along together Maryland, my Maryland Oh! dem golden slippers Oh, my darling Clementine Oh! Susanna Old MacDonald had a farm Our boys will shine tonight Our country Our flag is there Over there Pay day (That was his favorite call) Polly-wolly-doodle Pop! goes the weasel Rally round the flag Reuben and Rachel Round her neck she wears a yeller ribbon (For her lover who is fur fur away) She was happy ’till she met you She was just a sailor’s sweetheart Soldier’s farewell Soup song (All you little rookies, we wish the same to you) Tenting on the old camp ground The American flag The Army Bean The band played on The battle-cry of freedom The countersigns The girl I left behind me The glorious fourth The Marine’s hymn The old gray mare The recruit The rose of no man’s land The star-spangled banner The wide Missouri The yellow rose of texas There is a tavern in the town Torpedo Jim Tramp, tramp, tramp Turkey in the straw We do squads left When Johnny comes marching home When this blinkin’ war is over When you wore a tulip Where do we go from here? Where they were Who threw the overalls in mistress Murphy’s chowder Would you rather be a colonel with an eagle on your shoulder, or a private with a chicken on your knee? Yankee doodle Your boy is on the coal pile now You’re in the army now