OVER THERE, OVER THERE.

Over There

Johnnie, get your gun,
Get your gun, get your gun,
Take it on the run,
On the run, on the run.
Hear them calling, you and me,
Every son of liberty.
Hurry right away,
No delay, go today,
Make your daddy glad
To have had such a lad.
Tell your sweetheart not to pine,
To be proud her boy's in line.
(chorus sung twice)

Johnnie, get your gun,
Get your gun, get your gun,
Johnnie show the Hun
Who's a son of a gun.
Hoist the flag and let her fly,
Yankee Doodle do or die.
Pack your little kit,
Show your grit, do your bit.
Yankee to the ranks,
From the towns and the tanks.
Make your mother proud of you,
And the old Red, White and Blue.
(chorus sung twice)

Chorus
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there -
That the Yanks are coming,
The Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming
Ev'rywhere.
So prepare, say a pray'r,
Send the word, send the word to beware.
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over
Over there.

Written by George M. Cohan the song was widely performed by various artists (initially by Charles King) from its publication in 1917.

Three versions of the song are available here: the first by Billy Murray recorded in 1917 (MP3 format 628kb) - click here; the second by Nora Bayes, similarly recorded in 1917 - click here; and a version recorded by the renowned tenor Enrico Caruso in 1918 (MP3 format 421kb).

SOURCE: http://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/overthere.htm

IT ALL OVER THERE:

Has all our news gone over there?

For example: In Myanmar priests protest, refugees flee Dar fur Province, Turkey amassing troops at Iraqi border ready to fight the PKK Kurdish militants, and now Martial Law in Pakistan. Since it's been rather quiet in Iraq proper since the Petraeus Report, our 'embedded media' has found new third world subjects to cover!

The militaristic overtones of the news has reached a fever pitch. Wars and rumors of wars, mainly in the "Old World". Starting from the African Continent to the Korean Peninsula, we're constantly fed a steady diet of struggles and conflicts. Over there, Over there!

The Marines' Hymn

From the halls of Montezuma
To the shores of Tripoli,
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land, and sea.
First to fight for right and freedom,
And to keep our honor clean,
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marines.

Our flag's unfurl'd to every breeze
From the dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun.
In the snow of far-off northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes,
You will find us always on the job
The United States Marines.

Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we've fought for life
And have never lost our nerve.
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes,
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.

The Marines' Hymn is the official hymn of the United States Marine Corps. It is the oldest official song in the U.S. Armed Forces.^[1] The song has an obscure origin—the words date from the 19th century, but no one knows the author. The music is from the Gendarmes' Duet from the opera Geneviève de Brabant by Jacques Offenbach, which had its début in Paris in 1859. The Marine Corps secured a copyright on the song on August 19, 1919, but it is now in the public domain.

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marines

Well, the drums of war are calling us, over there , over there!

Meanwhile, gas reaching $4 per gallon, the ever deafening propagandized noise of 'Global Warming', thousands out of work, the growing crime rate, foreclosures and bankruptcies looming, food contamination, etc. Yet, they go to the extreme to point out:

Over there, Over there!

Here's a new ditty:

Hoopla hooray,

Hoopla hooray,

Our boys are on their way!

Arsenio