It’s a cold wind that calls through the darkness

But here’s a home fire burns bright

To those that say go and those that say no

Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier


To the VADs, munitionettes, and Land Army girls

To Wakefield’s Nelly Spindler lost at Passchendaele

To the sweethearts of the Tommies, to the sweethearts of the Hun

Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier

Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier


To the widows of the frenchmen mortar buried at Verdun

To Maria Bochkareva and her death battalion

To all those who think that having one as big as theirs will stop the bomb

Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier


To our Little Mother and our sickened state

To our German sister nurses that you call for us to hate

Whilst our streets are cooly littered with white feathers and disgrace

Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier

Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier


To those stood waiting hand in hand and those who wait alone

To those who know the inconsolable despair of the unknown

To those whom only shells of men or ghosts of men come marching home

singing Glory glory hallelujah…

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