Daddy, where are you? With my cry in the night, No dad by my bed, gone to war, mama said. 78th division, you said to me, Told me about your big gun, Far across the wide grey sea. Daddy, don’t get killed please!
I miss you dad, come home again to Springfield. Your letters to this boy can’t replace your love Where is Belgium, dad? Is the enemy there? The twins want to know, daddy, When you will be home again.