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Victory Verse 
 
 BY 
 
 MAY HARTLEY DeMONEY 
 
 CHICAGO 
 1918 
 
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 Lovingly dedicated to the Brave Boys in Khaki and Blue 
 
 and to all who in the smalleBt degree 
 
 helped to win the Victory. 
 
 HAR -8 1920 
 
 Copyrighted 1918. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 Page 
 
 Our Flag 7 
 
 My Country Calls 8 
 
 Comrades 9 
 
 Over the Bounding Waves 10 
 
 Daddy's Boy 11 
 
 America 12 
 
 Soldiers of Yesterday 13 
 
 Over the Top 14 
 
 God, Watch O'er Our Boys 15 
 
 Mother's Letter 16 
 
 The Call of the Cross 17 
 
 The Nurse 18 
 
 The Conquerors 19 
 
 The Girl I Left Behind Me 20 
 
 It's Up to You 21 
 
 If We But Knew 22 
 
 Help Win 23 
 
 The Little Patriot 24 
 
 Our Boys Are Coming Home 25 
 
 Sleep Baby Sleep 26 
 
 Thanksgiving 27 
 
 There's No Place Like Home 28 
 
 Home at Last 29 
 
 Fields of Victory 30 
 
OUR FLAG 
 
 TJ AiL, mighty flag of our Union 1 
 
 The Stars and Stripes — Red, White and 
 Blue- 
 May it wave forever and ever 
 
 O'er the land of the brave and the true. 
 
 Raise it on high, "Old Glory"; 
 
 Guard well, and keep as of old, 
 Let not an eye be lifted 
 
 That does not honor each fold. 
 
 Great glorious Emblem of Liberty, 
 
 Wave thy message o'er land and sea; 
 
 Tell to all Nations thy story 
 
 Of the beautiful land of the free. 
 
 (7) 
 
MY COUNTRY CALLS 
 
 T HEAR my Country calling — 
 
 She's calling you and me 
 Our hearts are all united 
 
 And fixed on Liberty. 
 "Old Glory" waves the message 
 
 Far over land and sea 
 The Union Forever — boys — 
 
 And glorious Victory. 
 
 Farewell my Land of promise — 
 
 Farewell dear Liberty; 
 Thy torch shall brighten all our paths 
 
 And lead us Home to thee. 
 Dear God be Thine the Glory 
 Our faith looks up to Thee 
 Thy Starry Emblem glorified, 
 
 Shall wave for Victory. 
 
 (8) 
 
COMRADES 
 
 XJELLO! old pal, and what are you in 
 And where do you go from here? 
 Oh, I'm in the Artillery 
 
 And you, my friend most dear? 
 
 I'm off for France next week, old pal 
 And I'll look for you "Over there," 
 
 And we'll meet the boys who've been fighting 
 And give them a rousing cheer. 
 
 We'll say, "Hurrah for the Union" 
 
 "Hurrah for the Red, White and Blue" 
 
 "Hurrah for our mothers and sweethearts 
 Who are so fond and true. 
 
 And we'll show them, that right is might boys 
 
 And it won't be very long. 
 Till we come back home and sing aloud 
 
 A grand and glorious song. 
 
 To Him who watched and kept us 
 
 Each one of us day by day. 
 And brought us all back safely home 
 
 From out the dreadful fray. 
 
 We'll sing "Glory to God in the Highest" 
 
 "On Earth Peace, and Good Will to Men" 
 And we'll sing it over, and over, and over 
 And then, over and over again. 
 
 (9) 
 
O'ER THE BOUNDING WAVES 
 
 X^E ho, Lads, Ye ho Lads, 
 
 We're sailing o'er the sea 
 Ye ho, lads. Ye ho lads 
 To fight for Liberty. 
 
 What care we for hardships 
 
 We know naught of fear 
 We're sailing o'er the briney deep 
 
 To fight for home so dear. 
 
 Sj o'er the bounding waves we go 
 
 We'll soon be "Over There" 
 To help them wave the Stars and Stripes 
 
 Content to do and dare. 
 
 Farewell dear old United States 
 
 In God we put our trust 
 We'll soon return Victorious 
 
 For our cause we know is just. 
 
 We'll carry on across the sea 
 
 We'll carry on for Liberty 
 And then sail home again to thee 
 
 When we have gained the Victory, 
 
 (10) 
 
"DADDY'S BOY' 
 
 lyrY Daddy has gone to be a Soldier 
 
 And fight for his Country and Flag, 
 And he left me to take care of Mother 
 And told me to be a brave lad. 
 
 So I'm not going to tease or be naughty 
 And I'm not going to cry any more, 
 
 But I'll be just like my Daddy wants me to be 
 And help mother all through the war. 
 
 My Daddy and I are partners 
 
 And Mother's his sweetheart you see. 
 
 And sweethearts must be protected 
 And Daddy has left that to me. 
 
 So I'll kiss her like Dad in the morning 
 And I'll hold her hand tight all the night. 
 
 And I'll buy sweet for-get-me-not flowers 
 And put in, 'To My Dear Little Wife." 
 
 And I jest won't let her be lonesome 
 
 And I know God will answer my prayer, 
 
 To send my Daddy back home again 
 And keep him in His care. 
 
 (n) 
 
AMERICA 
 
 " A MERICA," my Home land, the dear land 
 
 of the free, 
 The land our fathers fought for that we might 
 
 have Liberty, 
 We'll fight again, as they fought, until the 
 
 battle's won. 
 Then back again to "HOME SWEET HOME" 
 and U. S. A. we'll come. 
 
 Each Soldier waits the summons of the bugle's 
 welcome call, 
 Each one is ever ready for the fray. 
 We are marching on to Victory and we're 
 going to show old "Fritzie" 
 That for Freedom's cause we're fighting 
 every day. 
 
 So keep rallying 'round the Flag, the old Red, 
 White and Blue; 
 
 And soon again we'll cross the ocean's wave. 
 We'll bid good-bye to France and Britain 
 So jest put up all your knitting 
 
 And meet us when we land in U. S. A. 
 
 (12) 
 
'SOLDIERS OF YESTERDAY" 
 
 "DRAVE heroes of Yesterday, 
 
 Do you think we will ever forget 
 Your wondrous deeds of valor 
 
 And your courage while we slept? 
 
 Soldier boys of the days gone by 
 
 Who fought the bitter fight 
 That today we might have freedom 
 
 From a reigning King of might. 
 
 We'll fight again as you fought — 
 And God grant that we may win 
 
 As you did in the long ago. 
 
 And crush this greed-crazed King. 
 
 Our boys have crossed the water, 
 
 The ocean great and wide. 
 To stand by England, Italy, France, 
 
 And now fight side by side. 
 
 Could you raise your heroic heads 
 
 And view the battle fields, 
 You'd be proud and greatly honored 
 
 At their courage and their zeal. 
 
 Brave heroes of the Civil War, 
 
 You lads of the Blue and the Gray, 
 
 Who fought with Lincoln, Grant and Lee, 
 We honor you today. 
 
 We have faith that your courage and valor 
 Runs high in your sons' veins. 
 
 And they'll return victorious 
 
 And "Peace on Earth" shall reign. 
 
 So here's to the heroes of long ago. 
 Here's to the Blue and the Gray, 
 
 Here's to our Flag — Red, White and Blue- 
 And the boys who are fighting today. 
 
 (13) 
 
'OVER THE TOP" 
 
 **r^VER the Top," boys, over the top. 
 
 Over the top you go, — 
 Over into "No Man's Land" 
 To fight the bitter foe. 
 
 Strike for home and Country, lads — 
 
 God's with you, do not fear. 
 Keep to your guns and conquer the "Huns" 
 
 And show them how to cheer. 
 
 Fight Hke men and Soldiers 
 
 And when the conflict's o'er 
 You'll not be ashamed of the Victory you 
 gained 
 
 In this ruthless, terrible War. 
 
 Then forward, upward and onward. 
 
 Over hill and glen, 
 The bravest, and noblest, of heroes — 
 
 The glorified of men. 
 
 (M) 
 
"GOD WATCH O'ER OUR BOYS' 
 
 p^ACH evening at the close of day 
 When the twilight shadows fall 
 Methinks I hear you whispering dear 
 Methinks I hear you call. 
 And o'er me comes a stealing 
 
 A blessed sweet repose, 
 My thoughts are wafted to you dear 
 
 As my eyelids gently close. 
 
 Oh, God of love who watcheth 
 
 The smallest sparrow fall 
 Will Thou watch very tenderly 
 
 O'er our lads, one and all, 
 Comfort and help and guide them 
 
 All through the live long day 
 And send them home Victorious 
 
 To Thee we pray. 
 
 The battle now is raging 
 
 Far o'er the deep blue sea — 
 And He who gave us Freedom 
 
 Will grant us Victory. 
 I know not when the day or hour 
 
 The message we'll receive 
 But this I know He'll answer prayers 
 
 If we in Him believe. 
 
 Each evening as the sun goes down, 
 
 I sit and dream of you 
 Each evening mids't the quiet hours 
 
 My thoughts are fond and true. 
 Methinks I hear you w^hisper 
 
 Once more as down the lane 
 Be brave and watch and pray my dear 
 
 Till I come home again. 
 
 (15) 
 
MOTHERS LETTER 
 
 T^EAREST mother I am writing, 
 
 Just a line or two tonight 
 Telling you that I am happy 
 And I'm feeling quite alright. 
 
 Twinkling stars are up above me 
 
 And the silvery moon beams bright 
 
 God is watching over all dear 
 Answering your prayer tonight. 
 
 All the boys are gathered round me 
 Sitting in the camp fire's glow 
 
 Telling tales of love's devotion 
 Singing songs of long ago. 
 
 How 1 wish that they might know you 
 Mother mine, so kind and dear — 
 
 I can hear your soft voice praying, 
 For the lads way over here. 
 
 We are hoping, and are trusting, 
 That all will not be in vain. 
 
 And we'll live to tell the story 
 
 How we fought with might and main. 
 
 (16) 
 
*THE CALL OF THE CROSS' 
 
 XJARK, to the call of the great Red Cross, 
 
 To its message from over the sea. 
 From the brave, dear, wounded laddies 
 Who are fighting for you and for me. 
 
 Lis't to the cry of the children 
 As the echo reaches our shores 
 
 From far off France and Belgium; 
 Oh! give, from your bounteous store. 
 
 This blood Red Cross of our nation 
 Helps to succor, comfort, and guide 
 
 The dear lads who might perish 
 
 Without courage and strength to abide. 
 
 Give as you value your Freedom; 
 
 Give as the widow her mite; 
 Give as you'd be given unto; 
 Give for justice and the right. 
 
 Wait not until tomorow— 
 
 For tomorrow may never come 
 
 To some of our loved ones "Over There" 
 Who are stricken now by the "Hun." 
 
 The great Red Cross like a Shepherd 
 Watches over the "Ninety and Nine" 
 
 And God in His infinite wisdom 
 
 In their hearts hath love enshrined. 
 
 So Help them I pray with their labors; 
 
 Oh! let them not plead in vain. 
 And our lads shall return, Victorious — 
 
 And- — Peace on Earth — again reign. 
 
 (17) 
 
THE NURSE 
 
 TF I had the wings of a dove I would fly 
 
 Far over the restless sea — 
 To a brave dear soldier laddie 
 
 Who is watching and longing for me. 
 
 I'd fly straight to the side of some laddie 
 
 And there content would I be 
 To wait and watch, and hope, and pray, — 
 
 Till we gained the Victory. 
 
 I'd hover round the helpless ones — 
 I'd go hand in hand through the fray 
 
 And minister oh, so tenderly. 
 At the close of each long day. 
 
 Dear lads, our hearts are yearning 
 
 Though our lips smile and seem gay — 
 
 Our fervent prayers are constant 
 For Peace each night and day. 
 
 (18) 
 
"THE CONQUERORS" 
 
 r^H Belgium, brave, midst all thy ruins, 
 
 In _this thy sad and darkest hour 
 Thy head bowed down, thy arms outstretched 
 And stripped of all thy power. 
 
 Cling on, brave Belgium, to thy Flag! 
 
 With hope and strength renewed 
 Once more thou wilt rebuild thy walls 
 
 And shall the foe subdue. 
 
 Fair Italy upon thy heights 
 
 Stand firm steadfast and unafraid! 
 
 Thy warriors bold shall thrust the foe 
 Back over mountain peaks and glade. 
 
 And Thou, oh France, thy ancient walls 
 
 Are pierced with vengeful shot and shell, 
 
 TTiy rivers flow^ with precious blood 
 Of patriots who fought and fell. 
 
 Revered France, still undismayed. 
 
 Though thousands lie in Flanders field 
 Press to thy heart thy Emblem dear; 
 
 "They shall not pass," beyond thy steel. 
 
 Old England, from thy well loved land. 
 Battling in France for justice dear. 
 
 Oblivious to all shot and shell 
 
 With courage grim from year to year. 
 
 Fight on, loved England as of old — 
 Fight on, and conquer ye the foe; 
 
 Fight on, till victory and peace 
 Thy _trumpets loud shall blow. 
 
 America, dear old freedom's land 
 With glorious banner lifted high. 
 
 Thy Stars and Stripes undaunted wave 
 Against a clear and cloudless sky. 
 
 Thou too, hast left thy peaceful homes 
 And sailed away across the sea, 
 
 To fight for peace and loved ones dear. 
 And carry on to Victory. 
 
 Great God of Love, who keepeth watch — 
 To Thee, who gave us — Liberty — 
 
 We'll follow each Thy guiding star 
 To lasting Peace, and — Victory — 
 
 (19) ! 
 
THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME 
 
 'pHERE'S a quaint little house on the hillside 
 
 Nestled close to a wee babbling brook; 
 There lives my little sweetheart wife 
 
 Sheltered quietly in that cozy nook. 
 I left at the call of the colors, 
 
 To follow the Red White and Blue — 
 And her look of sweet devotion, 
 
 Told me, that she loved me true. 
 
 There's a light in our little window 
 
 To brighten my pathway home — 
 There's a little blue star just beneath it. 
 
 To tell folks that I've gone. 
 There's a dear wee wifie waiting 
 
 Near a cradle full of love; 
 And a loving tender Father 
 
 Watching all from the skies above. 
 
 (20) 
 
•*IT'S UP TO YOU" 
 
 r^UT where the souls of men are called, 
 
 There's a message for you and me, 
 From your boy, my boy, our boys — 
 To help win the Victory — 
 
 They have faith, and believe in our promise- 
 That we're back of them every one. 
 
 Let's hurry and answer their earnest call 
 And each buy a Liberty Bond — 
 
 A helping hand we must lend them 
 
 They have need of both you and me, 
 
 Each one must do his very best 
 To win the Victory — 
 
 So just buy a Bond to help our boys 
 The dear lads far over the sea 
 
 Who are fighting for your Freedom 
 And the cause of Liberty — 
 
 They left their homes and firesides — 
 
 And have sacrificed their lives 
 Surely you can give up something 
 
 So that Kings shall not deride. 
 
 Go ask your neighbor and your friends 
 
 Leave not a stone unturned 
 Oar Flag — now waves o'er land and sea— 
 
 And must ever be unfurled — 
 
 Come! hear the call for Liberty! 
 
 A Bond you'll buy to win — 
 A Bond, to stamp out bondage 
 
 And stop the battles din — 
 
 Remember it is up to you 
 
 We are Soldiers every one 
 With your help we'll be Victorious 
 
 And God will say — "Well done" — 
 
 (21) 
 
IF WE BUT KNEW 
 
 TF I but knew, before you went away 
 
 That I would miss you so from day to day, 
 If I but knew the birds would cease their song 
 The sun, forget to shine the whole day long. 
 
 If I but knew that I would lonely be 
 When you had gone far, far away from me, 
 One little word you might have heard me say 
 To that sweet question old, but new always. 
 
 If you but knew, that ere you sailed away — 
 There came to me, the thought to bid you stay. 
 And then, 1 smiled, and waved a fond adieu, 
 My heart was aching. Ah! if you but knew. 
 
 If you but knew, my sweetly tender thoughts 
 You might have kissed me — caring, then for 
 
 naught — 
 Your hands clasped mine, in one last long 
 
 farewell. 
 Ah! then my heart a story had to tell. 
 
 If you come back to me and all is well. 
 
 If you are spared through wanton shot and 
 
 shell 
 The sweetest story ever told — you'll tell 
 
 again — 
 And I shall happy be — ^but not till then — 
 
 (22) 
 
HELP WIN! 
 
 ^^E can't win the war by just hoping, 
 
 We all must help to a man 
 And keep dear "Old Glory" flying 
 Over this, our native land. 
 
 We can't win the war by just wishing. 
 Each one must be fair and square 
 
 And willing to sacrifice all he holds dear 
 For the soldier boys over there. 
 
 We know that you helped the Red Cross 
 And thank you for buying a Bond; 
 
 We pray you keep up the great, good work 
 And sing as you march along. 
 
 Now, how about the Thrift Stamps? 
 
 Have each of you bought your share 
 To help us win the Victory 
 
 And our boys to do and to dare? 
 
 Just smile as you reach in your pocket 
 To bring forth the pennies or bills. 
 
 And say, "Here's to the dear little Thrift 
 Stamps," 
 And join the great throng with a will. 
 
 You will always be happy when after the war 
 You can say with pride and delight 
 
 That you freely gave in each great drive 
 For the cause that was just and right. 
 
 (23) 
 
THE LITTLE PATRIOT 
 
 TF I jest had a slingshot — 
 
 Like Bill and all the rest, 
 I wouldn't shoot at all the birds 
 And chase them from their nests. 
 
 I'd go across the ocean — 
 
 Jest as fast as I could go, 
 And I'd shoot at all our enemies 
 
 And conquer the old foe. 
 
 I'd be the Standard bearer too, 
 And I'd wave and wave our Flag 
 
 Till they would jest go right back home. 
 An' make their mothers glad. 
 
 There's jest no use in fighting 
 When it makes us all so sad 
 
 Jesus said "To love each other" 
 
 An' Oh, I hope they'll spare my dad. 
 
 I wish they'd quit their fighting 
 So that Pop, and Bill, and Jim, 
 
 Could come back home again to us 
 And be like we've always been. 
 
 (24) 
 
OUR BOYS ARE COMING HOME 
 
 /^UR boys are coming home with dear "Old 
 Glory" — 
 TTiey'll soon be "Over Here" from far away 
 They fought for Liberty, and gained the Vic- 
 tory 
 Now back again they'll come in proud array. 
 
 With joyful hearts we'll meet our dearly loved 
 ones 
 With pride we'll greet them coming from 
 the fray 
 They fought for dear homeland each one as 
 man to man 
 Like their Daddies, when they wore the 
 Blue and Gray. 
 
 Their Grandaddies fought for Victory and 
 Freedom 
 With Washington they fought to set us free 
 They fought till they had won and the Liberty 
 Bell was rung 
 And the Stars and Stripes waved o'er the 
 land and sea. 
 
 They are marching over yonder from the bat- 
 tle 
 They are sturdy stanch and true and in the 
 right 
 They fought for you and me and this dear 
 land of the free 
 With our Starry Emblem guiding day and 
 night. 
 
 Once more we've gained sweet peace and 
 blessed Victory 
 Again we've fought the fight with courage 
 grim — 
 In God we put our trust for our cause we knew 
 was just. 
 And now again the Liberty Bell will ring. 
 
 (25) 
 
SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP 
 
 /"^OME baby mine let's cuddle down. 
 And keep real snug and warm, 
 And let us dream of Daddy dear 
 And pray he's kept from harm. 
 
 Let's dream we're with him o'er the sea, 
 
 Or that he is with us here. 
 Dear darling baby close your eyes 
 
 There's nothing now to fear. 
 
 Our Daddy's a great big Soldier, 
 
 So brave and kind and true, 
 And soon he'll come a sailing home, 
 
 To mother dear and you. 
 
 So close your eyes in slumber, dear. 
 
 The day is nearly done — 
 And let's forget all else but him, 
 
 Till the rising of the sun. 
 
 (26) 
 
THANKSGIVING 
 
 'pHERE'S a thankful prayer in our hearts 
 
 to-day 
 For Victory, for Victory — 
 We thank Thee, oh God, — for Thy mercy 
 
 alway. 
 And for Victory for U. S. A. 
 
 The boys are returning Victorious 
 Singing so gleeful and glorious 
 There'll be grateful rejoicing for all of us 
 For Victory for U. S. A. 
 
 Over the vanquished our banner will fly 
 
 The Stars and Stripes shall wave through the 
 
 sky, 
 Thankful praises we offer to Thee most High 
 For Victory for U. S. A. 
 
 Many are left on that far foreign shore 
 They brought Victory, Yes, Victory — 
 Their names shall be glorified forevermore 
 They brought Victory to U. S. A. 
 
 Send forth the tidings o'er mountain and plain 
 Wave "Old Glory" o'er Freedoms domain — 
 The "Union forever" — Still is our aim 
 And — Peace — for U. S. A. 
 
 (27) 
 
"THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME' 
 
 Tj^AR over yonder away o'er the sea — 
 
 Somewhere a laddie is thinking of me, 
 The twilight is ebbing the night shadows fall. 
 And God is watching over them all. 
 
 The same stars are twinkling, the same moon 
 
 beams shine, 
 Over the trenches and that dear laddie of mine. 
 Gathered around in the camp fires warm glow. 
 Proudly they're singing these words sweet and 
 
 low. 
 
 Oh, "There's no place like Home," and we're 
 
 coming back to thee. 
 Home again, yes Home again, we've gained the 
 
 Victory. 
 Home to father, mother, sweetheart, sister, 
 
 brother 
 Oh, "Tliere's no place like Home" and our dear 
 
 Land of the free. 
 
 (28) 
 
HOME AT LAST 
 
 r^UR boys are sailing home again 
 
 From far across the sea 
 So keep your torches burning bright, 
 Until they greet old Liberty. 
 
 Hearts with true love ever yearning 
 
 Beats for them on their homeland shore. 
 
 Ready to welcome their joyful returning 
 Home at last forevermore. 
 
 With "Old Glory" proudly flying 
 
 Marching over field and fell 
 Our dear loved ones home returning, 
 
 Ring, oh ring the Liberty Bell. 
 
 There'll be greetings endless greetings. 
 
 Joyful greetings as they pass 
 And we'll welcome oh, so proudly 
 
 All our dear ones home at last. 
 
 Home at last our lads triumphant, 
 From the distant foreign shore — 
 
 Home at last in glorious splendor. 
 Safe within the fold once more. 
 
 Gather 'round the cheerful fireside! 
 
 Gather 'round just as of yorel 
 Sing aloud in grateful praises! 
 
 Home at last forevermore. 
 
 Let it ring across the mountains — 
 
 And across the ocean foam, 
 Our great glad song of Triumph 
 
 With sweet Peace once more at Home. 
 
 (2.9) 
 
"FIELDS OF VICTORY" 
 
 AR over the fields of — Victory 
 The poppies are nodding today 
 Watching the silent sleepers. 
 
 The Heroes who fell in the fray. 
 
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 The birdies warble so sweetly 
 Chanting their peaceful lay — 
 
 Telling each soldier while he sleeps 
 Of the joyous Victory day. 
 
 Ah, rest in your peaceful slumbers! 
 
 You fell, but not in vain. 
 Your valiant deeds of courage 
 
 Are felt o'er mountain and plain. 
 
 Sleep on! Ye men of all nations! 
 
 Aye, sleep neath God's glorious sun! 
 Your names are emblazoned forever 
 
 On God's Honor Roll — "Well Done.' 
 
 (30) 
 
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