1
All the way from Illinois,
To a little old town in France,
All the way from Illinois,
To make those Deutschers dance.

Ev’ry girl has got a boy,
From Iowa(y) or Illinois,
A-mixing with the hoi polloi,
Horse, foot, marines,
They’re swallowing beans
In a little old town in France.

Refrain
“Oh, you Sammy! Khaki Sammy!”
When I see the sun
A-shining on his gun,
I have to run, and sing out,
“Oh, you Sammy! Swagger Sammy!"
Sure he’s gone and got me hypnotized for fair.

When into Flanders
He meanders,
For his luck to try, with a twinkle in his eye,
It’s then that I’ll be cheering
For my Sammy, dear old Sammy!
You can gamble on your Sammy over there!

2
They’re rolling up from Arkansas,
They’re bowling down from Maine,
They’re strolling in from Saginaw,
For a rendezvous on the Seine.

And when they get to Kaiser Bill,
Out there behind theSugar Mill,
Tehy’ll make him take his little pill,
They’ll ease him out,
They’ll freeze him out
Of his little old ditch in France.

Refrain
“Oh, you Sammy! Khaki Sammy!”
When I see the sun
A-shining on his gun,
I have to run, and sing out,
“Oh, you Sammy! Swagger Sammy!"
Sure he’s gone and got me hypnotized for fair.

When into Flanders
He meanders,
For his luck to try, with a twinkle in his eye,
It’s then that I’ll be cheering
For my Sammy, dear old Sammy!
You can gamble on your Sammy over there!