Jolly Good Luck to the Girl That Loves a Soldier
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..."
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..."
Credits
Writer(s): Bella Hardy
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