Sterling, Andrew B., 1874-1955.
Andrew B. Sterling American lyricist
Sterling, Andrew B. (1874- ).
Sterling, Andrew B.
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- 100 1 _ ‡a Sterling, Andrew B. ‡d 1874-1955
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- 100 1 _ ‡a Sterling, Andrew B., ‡d 1874-1955
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Works
Title | Sources |
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20 all time hit paraders; [for] ukulele, with words and music [simplified arrangements with ukulele diagrams and finger positions by Henry Gass] | |
After the war is over | |
Alagazam (to the music of the band) | |
All the boys love Mary | |
America he's for you! | |
Andrew B. Sterling song hits, 195-: | |
ASCAP bio. dictionary of composers, etc., 1948: | |
Be good to California, Mr. Wilson : (California was good to you) | |
Bye bye, dearie | |
Cerisier rose et pommier blanc | |
Edison sheet music collection | |
Gallagher you can't keep the Irish down | |
The ghost of the goblin man | |
"Good-bye," that means you : little mother, may God send you back your boy | |
Hannah, won't you open that door | |
He went in like a lion and came out like a lamb | |
Here's to the old folks at home | |
Hoo-oo, or, Ain't you coming out tonight? | |
In a [i.e. the] village by the sea | |
In the city of sighs and tears | |
(It's a short way through mother's doorway but) It's a long way back to mother's knee | |
It's the band | |
I've got a white man working for me | |
Just a letter for a boy over there from a grey-haired mother over here | |
Just a little attic, but it's home | |
Just a little cottage in the country calling "Come back home" | |
Just across the bridge of gold | |
Just as your mother was | |
Last night was the end of the world. | |
Let's all do something : (Uncle Sammy wants us now) | |
A little bunch of shamrocks | |
Little tillie twinkle. | |
Look out for the Irish to-night | |
Louisa Schmidt | |
Mariutch (make-a the hootch-a ma kootch). | |
Meet me in St. Louis medley waltz | |
Merrily we'll roll along | |
Moving day | |
Mr. Johnson good night | |
My baby's eyes are blue as blue as summer skies | |
My Carolina Lady | |
My girl from Tennessee. | |
My old New Hampshire home | |
My own wild western rose | |
My sunny Sue. | |
Now the sunshine lingers there | |
Oh mister man in the moon. | |
Oh! oh! miss Dudley | |
On a Sunday afternoon | |
Only a bunch of violets. | |
The original Cohens : descriptive specialty | |
A picture without a frame | |
Raus mit der Kaiser (he's in Dutch) | |
Rufus Rastus Johnson Brown what you going to do when the rent comes round | |
Sacramento | |
She walks in her husband's sleep | |
So long Sal, the best part of friends must part | |
Somebody's mother | |
The song that stole my heart away : [by] Von Tilzer. | |
Strike up the band, here comes a sailor | |
Take me back to New York town | |
There'll be a hot time in the U. S. A. : when Yankee doodle marches through Berlin | |
There's a million reasons why I shouldn't kiss you | |
They're all sweeties | |
Three Bars. Lorsque mon amour me sourit, 1955 | |
Top o' the mornin', or, Bridget McCue. | |
Tri-chord piano old-time music; | |
Under the Anheuser bush, or, [Down at the old Bull and Bush] | |
Under the yum yum tree [SR] 1911: | |
Wait till the sun shines, Nellie | |
I wanna get married | |
We'll keep things going 'till the boys come home : won't we girls? | |
We're going o-v-e-r the top : and we'll be marching through Berlin in the morning | |
We're going over | |
When Kate and I were coming thru the rye | |
When my baby smiles at me : one step | |
When the flowers bloom in spring-time | |
When the frost is on the pumpkin | |
When the harvest moon is shining | |
When the stars are all aglow. | |
Where the sweet magnolias bloom : [song] | |
Whoop her up! : (with a whoop, la! la!) | |
I wonder if she's waiting | |
You 21 and you 53 : you both stand for liberty | |
You'll always be the same sweet girl | |
You'll get all that's coming to you | |
You'll have to put him to sleep with the Marseillaise and wake him up with oo-la-la |