Andrew B. Sterling

America, I raised a boy for you. America, you'll find him staunch and true, Place a gun upon his shoulder, He is ready to die or do. America, he is my only one; My hope, my pride and joy, But if I had another, He would march beside his …

Meet me in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair, Don't tell me the lights are shining Any place but there.

Come, come, come and make eyes with me Under the Anheuser Bush Come, come drink some "Budwise" with me Under the Anheuser Bush