A popular song from 1919.
Words by Lloyd and Wells.
Music by Van and Schenck.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Oh, in the morning
When I get out of bed
Oh, in the morning
My feet ache to my head
I done tried big shoes, small shoes
Sharp pointed ones, too
But no matter what old shoes I try
They pinch my poor feet black and blue
Chorus
Oh, these dogs
These weary dogs of mine
They bark at me both rain or shine
I put them in water and I put them in snow
Old Doc Bly said: “Why don’t you try
To put them in Sapolio”
No matter how I look around
I can never find a sure cure
For these poor weary dogs of mine
- Oh, in the army
The bugle shakes your bed
Oh, in the army
He’ll wake you if you’re dead
You go on long hikes, shoe spikes
They weigh twenty pounds
But among the ratt’lin of the guns
I hear the barking of my hounds
Chorus
Oh, these dogs
These weary dogs of mine
They bark at me most all the time
They’re not made of iron
And they’re not made of tin
Dog-gone me, weary dogs on me
They lasted till we reach’d Berlin
It sure was fine the sun did shine
The day I bathed them in the river Rhine
It was a sure cure for these poor
Weary dogs of mine
Sung here by Fred Feild: