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Song «I Didn't Raise My Boy To Be A Soldier» von Peerless Quartet.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1914 12 (Single)
Label: Columbia A 1697
Songwriter Al Piantadosi & Alfred Bryan
Produktion:
Genre: Traditionalpop - Vocalpop - Barbershop-Singing
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Einer der ersten Antikriegslieder, die auf Schallplatte aufgenommen wurden. Der sentimentale Song ist aus der Perspektive einer Mutter geschrieben, die ihren Sohn nicht im Krieg verlieren wollte. Der Song wurde oft parodiert und kopiert, auch in der Zeit des Vietnamkriegs. 1917 ist dann die USA nach langen innenpolitischen Auseinandersetzungen in den Krieg eingetreten.
siehe die Illustration auf dem Titelblatt der Noten
Personen und Querverweise
Peerless Quartet
Al Piantadosi
Alfred Bryan
Lyrics
Ten million soldiers to the war have gone, Who may never return again. Ten million mother's hearts must break For the ones who died in vain. Head bowed down in sorrow In her lonely years, I heard a mother murmur thru' her tears: I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier, I brought him up to be my pride and joy. Who dares to place a musket on his shoulder, To shoot some other mother's darling boy? Let nations arbitrate their future troubles, It's time to lay the sword and gun away. There'd be no war today, If mothers all would say, "I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier." What victory can cheer a mother's heart, When she looks at her blighted home? What victory can bring her back All she cared to call her own? Let each mother answer In the years to be, Remember that my boy belongs to me! I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier, I brought him up to be my pride and joy. Who dares to place a musket on his shoulder, To shoot some other mother's darling boy? Let nations arbitrate their future troubles, It's time to lay the sword and gun away. There'd be no war today, If mothers all would say, "I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier." I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier, I brought him up to be my pride and joy. Who dares to place a musket on his shoulder, To shoot some other mother's darling boy? Let nations arbitrate their future troubles, It's time to lay the sword and gun away. There'd be no war today, If mothers all would say, "I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier."