Look in your Google folder for the Google Drive phone app. It has a document scanner built-in. The icon is a purple camera button. This is free to use.
Snap the sheet music cover in color. Then use the B&W filter to make the music pages clearer. Each page can be reframed and rotated as you go. All these snaps become a pdf which you can share.
One little kiss, a moment of bliss Then hours of deep regret One little smile, and after a while A longing to forget One little heartache, left as a token One little plaything carelessly broken
Chorus Remember the night, the night you said “I love you”, remember? Remember you vowed by all the stars Above you, remember? Remember we found a lonely spot And after I learned to care a lot You promised that you’d forget me not But you forgot to remember
Into my dreams, you wandered it seems And then there came a day You loved me too, my dreams had come true And all the world was May But soon the Maytime, turned to December You had forgotten, do you remember?
The other day I chanced to meet A soldier friend of mine He’d been in camp for sev’ral weeks And he was looking fine His muscles had developed And his cheeks were rosy red I asked him how he liked the life And this is what he said
Chorus “Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all Is to hear the bugler call You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up You’ve got to get up this morning Some day I’m going to murder the bugler Some day they’re going to find him dead I’ll amputate his reveille And step upon it heavily And spend the rest of my life in bed”
Chorus “Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all Is to hear the bugler call You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up You’ve got to get up this morning Oh! boy the minute the battle is over Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead I’ll put my uniform away And move to Philadelphia And spend the rest of my life in bed”
A bugler in the army Is the luckiest of men He wakes the boys at five And then goes back to bed again He doesn’t have to blow again Until the afternoon If everything goes well with me I’ll be a bugler soon
Never saw you look quite so pretty before Never saw you dressed quite so lovely, what’s more I could hardly wait to keep our date This lovely Easter morning And my heart best fast As I came through the door, for
Chorus In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it You’ll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade I’ll be all in clover, and when they look you over I’ll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade On the avenue, Fifth Avenue, the photographers will snap us And you ‘ll find that you’re in the rotogravure Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet And of the girl I’m taking to the Easter Parade
1. I was born in Michigan, and I wish and wish again That I was back in the town where I was born There’s a farm in Michigan, and I’d like to fish again In the river that flows beside the fields of waving corn A lonesome soul am I, here’s the reason why
Chorus I want to go back, I want to go back I want to go back to the farm Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm I miss the rooster, the one that useter Wake me up at four a.m. I think your great big city’s very pretty Never-the-less I want to be there I want to see there A certain some one full of charm That’s why I wish again, that I was in Michigan Down on the farm
2. You can keep your cabarets, where they turn nights into days I’d rather be where they go to bed at nine I’ve been gone for seven weeks, and I’ve lost my rosy cheeks That’s the reason I’d rather have the country life for mine My thoughts are far away, that’s just why I say