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..."