Advanced intervals (tritones d4 – a5), repeated pitch and rhythmic syncopation, with accent marks.
Grade: Fifth (5)
• Origin: George M. Cohan 1878-1942 – circa 1917
• Key: G Major
• Time: 2/4
• Form: AaBCBD
• Rhythm: intermediate: | ta/a | ta/a_|_ti (ti) ti ti | _ = tie, | ti ta ti | syncopation, | ti ti ti ti | ta ti ti |
• Pitches: advanced: So Si La Li Ti Do Re Mi Fa So
• Intervals: advanced: Mi\Do\La descending mediant Em triad, La/Re (P4), Fa\Re (m3), Re\La (P4), La\Si (m2), Li/Ti (m2), Ti/Mi A4 augmented 4th tritone, Re\Ti/Re (m3), Do/Mi (M3), Mi\Ti d5 diminished 5th tritone, Mi\So/Do(M3/P5), Re/So8 (P4), Do\So (P4), So/Mi (M6), Re\So (P5)
• Musical Elements: notes: half, dotted quarter, quarter, eighth; rests: eighth; pickup beat, forward and ending repeats, first and second ending, repeated pitch and rhythmic syncopation, accents, accidentals: sharp: raised 5th (Si-D#), raised 6th (Li-E#), TRITONE: augmented 4th, diminished 5th
• Key Words: United States history, World War Two WWII, military recruitment song, patriotic song, George M Cohan, onomatopoeia: drums – “rum-tumming”, liberty, Every Son of Liberty, sweetheart, pine, kit (survival kit), Huns (nomadic people) Yanks, over-there (Europe),
|1.||Johnny, 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.
|2.||Johnny, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun.
Johnny, show the “Hun” you’re a son-of-a-gun.
(Johnny on the run…) alternative
Hoist the flag and let her fly
Yankee Doodle do or die.
(Like true heroes…) alternative
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 to liberty be true.
(And the old red-white-and-blue) alternative
|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 everywhere.
So prepare, say a prayer,
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.