World War I song by Henry Creamer and Turner Layton
Alexander Cooper was a colored trooper. With his regiment he marched away.
Bands were gaily playing. Colored folks were swaying on Emancipation Day.
From the crowd, Dinah Lee, so proud, hollered to her sweetie good and loud.
Goodbye, Alexander. Goodbye, honey boy. Dressed up in that uniform, you fills my heart with joy.
You ain't born for moping. Boy, you sure can laugh. But you left that window open, and they got you in the draft.
Alexander, I'll save my lovin' for you. I'll be waiting like Poor Butterfly. So get busy with that gun and don’t come back here till you’ve won. Alexander, goodbye.
