On the Battle Field

The Red Cross Band to the front has gone,
In the thickest strife you will find them They tread their way,
Where the wounded lay while the bursting shells,
'Most blind them, They watch men die,
With no time to sigh, It's the grimmest sort of duty,
A doomed man's smile, Is their hardest trial,
And their only kind of booty.

On the battle field, On the battle field,
With bullets screeching through the air,
Midst the shot and shell
Where the wounded fell,
You will always find the Red Cross Band.
On the battle field, On the battle field,
Giving aid to all the wide wide world,
You'll find the Red Cross flag in peace or war
the noblest little flag unfurled.

The Red Cross Pleads for the soldier's needs,
For a bandage or a penny In virtue's fight,
You can add your might for the ones who haven't any
The war's great call, Takes a mother's all,
In it's wake there's naught but sorrow,
So help some-how, What you give, give now,
Its along way off tomorrow.

On the battle field, On the battle field,
With bullets screeching through the air,
Midst the shot and shell
Where the wounded fell,
You will always find the Red Cross Band.
On the battle field, On the battle field,
Giving aid to all the wide wide world,
You'll find the Red Cross flag in peace or war
the noblest little flag unfurled.