Standard (EADGBE)

 Charlie boy, don't go to war, first born in forty-four

 Kennedy made him believe we could do much more

Ooooh-Oo-oooooh-Oo-ooooh-oo-ooooh

 Lillian, don't hang your head, love should make you feel good

 In uniform you raised a man, who vol-un-teered to stand

Ooooh-Oo-oooooh-Oo-ooooh-oo-ooooh

Play the bugle, play the taps and

Make your mothers proud

Raise your rifles to the sky boys

Fire that volley loud

 News was bad on Upland Ave, my touch and mourn our loss

Sons rebelled, while fathers yelled,

 and moth-ers clutched the cross

Ooooh-Oo-oooooh-Oo-ooooh-oo-ooooh

Play the bugle, play the taps and

Make your mothers proud

Raise your rifles to the sky boys

Fire that volley loud