Текст песни Over There - Mormon Tabernacle Choir feat. Robert Merrill, Jerold D. Ottley & Columbia Symphony Orchestra

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, don't delay, go today
Make your daddy glad to have had such a lad
Tell your sweetheart not to pine, we'll be proud her boys in line
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
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
Johnny, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun
Johnny-on-the-run, you're a son-of-a-gun
Hoist the flag and let her fly, like true heroes do or die
Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit
Soldiers to the ranks from the towns and the tanks
Make your mother proud of you
And to liberty be true
Over there
Over there
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
Everywhere
So prepare
Prepare
Say a prayer
Say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
To beware
We'll be o'
We'll be o'
We're coming o'
We're coming o'
And we won't come back till it's over, over there
Over there