Jolly Good Luck to the Girl That Loves a Soldier
By Bella Hardy

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, munition heads 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 second state
To our German sister nurses that you call for us to hate
Whilst our streets are cruelly 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’