A popular song from 1915.
Words by Wm. Jerome.
Music by Jean Schwartz.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. My dear Daddy hasn’t worked for years
When there’s work he never volunteers
As a soldier he cannot be beat
You may treat him but he won’t retreat
On the corner in the open air
You’ll find Daddy with the soldiers there
Every day he takes command
With a “War-Cry” in his hand
Chorus:
You’ll find my father ’round the bulletin boards
Morning, noon and night
You’ll find my father with a soldier’s cap
His ammunition is a big war map
You’ll always find him at the front
In front, in front
He stands in front of everybody
He has a bottle of his own to oil his vocal chords
And when he gets full he shoots the bull
The bull around the bulletin boards
2. My dear Daddy loves the U. S. A.
Wears his trousers in a West Point way
He wears collar just as stiff as starch
He’s too backward for a forward march
He’s a soldier of his own accord
He owns mother nearly ten years board
Think what mother has endured
And his life is not insured