Girls

A wounded Yankee soldier,
Lies in his iron bed,
He meditates profoundly,
The question in his head;
He thinks of all the girls that
he used to know at home,
And analizes each one,
And thus his thot's roam.

There are girls who drive me to distraction,
There are girls who charm me to despair,
There are girls who be their simple actions,
Drive me frantic quite beyond repair;
There are girls who have sweet dispositions,
There are girls who are as cross as bears
But the girls who win my admiration
Are Red Cross Nurses who tend our cares.

And when the war is over,
And all the boys come home,
think how girls will endeavor,
To have them for their own!
But they will be quite distant
to the girls that they have known,
For they will think of "Nursie"
And then their thot's will roam.

There are girls who drive me to distraction,
There are girls who charm me to despair,
There are girls who be their simple actions,
Drive me frantic quite beyond repair;
There are girls who have sweet dispositions,
There are girls who are as cross as bears
But the girls who win my admiration
Are Red Cross Nurses who tend our cares.