click here: http://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/Arthur Fields - Oh! How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning.mp3
The Irving Berlin tune was first popularized in 1918. It was likely sung by the grandsons of WBTS vets, and many grandpas probably joined in with great humor.
This scene shows that the Butler Guards soldiers are just as adept at being chipper in the morn as their 1860s counterparts, and the WWI grandsons!
Note from Julia -- My dad was in the Army in World
War 2.
I heard this song with a different ending "and then
I'll get that other pup, the guy that gets the bugler up, and spend the
rest of my life in bed!"
Ah, soldiers throughout time have dreaded the morning bugle! Here is something you might enjoy. Reproduced below are the lyrics to the popular American wartime (and beyond) song, Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning, words and music by Irving Berlin in 1918.
Berlin himself served with the U.S. 77th Division from April 1917, at that time having already established his name as a popular composer. During his wartime service Berlin continued to produce highly topical wartime themes: Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning proved a remarkable success and went on to sell 1.5 million sheet music copies.
Two recordings of the song are available here. Eddie Cantor performed the song in 1918 (WAV format 254kb); and Arthur Fields, also recorded in 1918 (MP3 format 1,013kb).
Version 1: (sung by Arthur Fields) (easier to hear, 1918)
http://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/Arthur Fields - Oh! How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning.mp3
Version 2: (sung by Eddie Cantor, 1918)
http://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/Eddie Cantor - Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning.wav
First Verse:
The other day I chanced to meet a soldier friend of mine,
He’d been in camp for sev’ral weeks and he was looking fine;
His muscles had developed and his cheeks were rosy red,
I asked him how he liked the life, and this is what he said:
First Chorus:
“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning,
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed;
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Some day I’m going to murder the bugler,
Some day they’re going to find him dead;
I’ll amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily,
And spend the rest of my life in bed."
Second Chorus:
“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning,
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed;
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Oh! boy the minute the battle is over,
Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead;
I'll put my uniform away, and move to Philadelphia,
And spend the rest of my life in bed."
Second Verse:
A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men,
He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again;
He doesn’t have to blow again until the afternoon,
If ev’ry thing goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon.
Repeat Chorus One
Repeat Chorus Two