| A little boy tugged gently | 
| At a soldier’s khaki sleeve. | 
| He says, «Forgive me, mister; | 
| But you’ve been across I believe. | 
| I see the purple heart you wear | 
| That tells what you’ve been through. | 
| Perhaps you know my daddy, sir; | 
| 'Cause he’s a soldier, too. | 
| Did you see my daddy, mister soldier, | 
| When you were fighting over there? | 
| I thought perhaps by chance | 
| You met him there in France, | 
| Or somewhere over there | 
| Across the sea. | 
| It’s been so long since daddy went away. | 
| My mommy longs for him both night and day. | 
| I know 'twould make her glad | 
| If you had seen my dad. | 
| Did you see my daddy over there? | 
| The soldier’s eyes grew misty | 
| As he watched the boy’s face, | 
| For it recalled a memory | 
| That time can not erase; | 
| A buddy lost in action, | 
| The best pal he ever had. | 
| Till death he carried o’er his heart | 
| A picture of this lad. | 
| Did you see my daddy, mister soldier, | 
| When you were fighting over there? | 
| I thought perhaps by chance | 
| You met him there in France, | 
| Or somewhere over there across the sea. | 
| It’s been so long since daddy went away. | 
| My mommy longs for him both night and day. | 
| I know 'twould make her glad | 
| If you had seen my dad. | 
| Did you see my daddy over there? |