I'm Off For Mexico (They've insulted dear Old Glory--that means shoot)
Lyric by J. Will Callahan; Music by F. Henri Klickmann
Published 1914

Hear those bugles blowing! hear those guns salute!
I must soon be going--get my soldier suit
Hist'ry now must tell the story on the battle field, so gory
They've insulted dear Old Glory--that means shoot;
Ev'rywhere the boys are eager for the fray
From the Straits of Mackinac to Mobile Bay.

[chorus]
Goodbye sister, goodbye sweeheart,
Goodbye mother, too;
Don't be grieving for I'm leaving
'Neath the dear old red, white and blue.
(assembly call)
Hark! I hear the bugles calling,
Kiss me, I must go;
To my country I'll be true;
Think of me, I'll think of you,
I'm off for Mexico

See that dear old flag unfurling to the breeze!
See the campfire smoke a curling thro' the trees!
From the mountains of Montana, from New York and Indiana,
'Way down south to old Savannah by the sea,
Yankee lads and Dixie boys now long to go
Side by side, to fight against their country's foe.