A garden gate, a lad of eight,
Dressed in a uniform of brown,
Across the way, a troop that day
Were getting volunteers in town
“Who’s home with you, my boy?”
The child saluted and replied:
My brother’s over in the trenches,
And sister’s gone to nurse out there
While Daddy’s making ammunition,
My mama also does her share
I’ve got my uniform all ready,
A solider boy,
I’d like to be
So if you’re over here for a brave volunteer,
There’s nobody home but me.
A snow white bed, a curly head,
A mother kisses baby dear,
Her sleepy boy, awakes with joy
And cries, “The solider boys were here
They came to take us all away
And mama I was proud to say:”
Ehrlich, Sam and Conrad, Con, "There's Nobody Home But Me" (1918). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1087.
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