The Little Good For Nothing's
Good For Something After All

It's funny how a nick-name clung to little Mary Brown
They called her good-for-nothing a tom boy 'round the town
As she grew up where e'er she'd go they'd call her by that name
But if she's good-for-nothing angels must be just the same

They always called her little good-for-nothing
Just because like other children she was wild
Tho' she wasn't all to blame
Still she couldn't bear the name
that clung to her since she was but a child
But now she's over there, she joined the Red Cross
Giving up her life at duty's call
And the ones that used to sneer are the first to cheer
the little good-for-nothing's
good for something after all

In her home-town they used to frown but now you'll hear them say
I know our good-for-nothing would make us proud some day
It may be strange but still it's true how often you will find
The one's we thought were angels 'turned out the other kind

They always called her little good-for-nothing
Just because like other children she was wild
Tho' she wasn't all to blame
Still she couldn't bear the name
that clung to her since she was but a child
But now she's over there, she joined the Red Cross
Giving up her life at duty's call
And the ones that used to sneer are the first to cheer
the little good-for-nothing's
good for something after all