No Matter What Flag He Fought Under
(He Was Some Mother's Boy, After All)

Two Red Cross nurses searching upon the battle field
Beheld a fair-haired soldier whose lips in death were sealed;
"What colors did he fight for?" the younger maiden sighed,
"He fought for home and those he loved," the other nurse replied.

No matter what flag he fought under,
No matter who's right in the strife,
"mid war's awful rattle and thunder
He gave all he had -- 'twas his life;
Remember that someone will miss him
When he fails to answer her call;
No matter what flag he fought under,
He was some mother's boy, after all.

Amid the twilight shadows the Red Cross nurses there
With tender hands smooth'd back the curls of tangled golden hair,
And breath'd a pray'r to heaven for her who'd wait and yearn
To green again her soldier boy who never would return.

No matter what flag he fought under,
No matter who's right in the strife,
"mid war's awful rattle and thunder
He gave all he had -- 'twas his life;
Remember that someone will miss him
When he fails to answer her call;
No matter what flag he fought under,
He was some mother's boy, after all.