A song from the 1942 film musical “Holiday Inn”.
Words and music by Irving Berlin.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Upon a February morn
A tiny baby boy was born
Abraham, Abraham
When he grew up this tiny babe
The folks all called him “Honest Abe”
Abraham, Abraham
In eighteen sixty he became
Our sixteenth president
And now he’s in the Hall of Fame
A most respected gent
And that is why we celebrate
This blessed February date
Abraham, Abraham - When black folks lived in slavery
Who was it set the darkey free
Abraham, Abraham
When trouble came down from the shelf
Whose heart was bigger than himself
Abraham, Abraham
The country’s going to the dogs
They shouted loud and strong
Then from a cabin made of logs
The right man came along
And that is why we celebrate
This blessed February date
Abraham, Abraham - The U. S. A’s united thanks
To one whose name was Nancy Hank
Abraham, Abraham
She gave this land the finest son
Who ever went to Washington
Abraham, Abraham
When soneone told him Gen’ral Grant
Was dringing ev’ry night
He answered, “Go see if you can’t
Get all my gen’rals tight”
And that is why we celebrate
This blessed February date
Abraham, Abraham
Abraham, Abraham