Sister Susie's Sewing Shirts for Soldiers

Sister Susie's Sewing Shirts for Soldiers is a World War I era song that tells about a young girl sewing shirts for soldiers fighting abroad. Her efforts are in vain however, as "Some soldiers send epistles,say they'd sooner sleep in thistles, than the saucy soft short shirts for soldiers sister Susie sews." It was composed by Herman Darewski, written by R.P. Weston, sung by both Billy Murray and Al Jolson, and published by T. B. Harms & Francis and Day & Hunter in 1914. Each verse was meant to be sung faster than the last which presented issues for soldiers who had consumed large quantities of beer.

Lyrics
Sister Susie's Sewing Shirts For Soldiers Sister Susie's sewing in the kitchen on a "Singer", There's miles and miles of flannel on the floor And up the stairs, And father says it's rotten getting mixed up with the cotton, And sitting on the needles that she leaves upon the chairs.

And should you knock at our street door Ma whispers, "Come inside." Then when you ask where Susie is, She says with loving pride:

(fast) "Sister Susie's sewing shirts for soldiers Such skill at sewing shirts Our shy young sister Susie shows!

Some soldiers send epistles, Say they'd sooner sleep in thistles Than the saucy, soft, short shirts for soldiers sister Susie sews."

Piles and piles and piles of shirts she sends out to the soldiers, And sailors won't be jealous when they see them, Not at all. And when we say her stitching will set all the soldiers itching, She says our soldiers fight best when their back's against the wall.

And little brother Gussie, he who lisps when he says "yes", Says "Where's the cotton gone from off my kite? Oh, I can gueth!"

(faster) REPEAT CHORUS

I forgot to tell you that our sister Susie's married, And when she isn't sewing shirts She's sewing other things. Then little sister Molly says, "Oh, sister's bought a dolly. She's making all the clothes for it With pretty bows and strings."

Says Susie: "Don't be silly" As she she blushes and she sighs. Then mother smiles and whispers with a twinkle in her eyes: (fastest) REPEAT CHORUS