She Wears A Cross Upon Her Sleeve

Oh, it's great to be a soldier,
And to fight a righteous fight,
Oh, it's find to wage and sin a holy war;
There's a thrill that comes with bugle,
And with all the trapings bright,
And the unseen dangers ever there in store.
But it's not of boys in khaki,
Or in natty navy blue,
That we sing this song of pride and sell-earned praise;
But of girls in spotless linen,
And with hearts of kind and true,
With a thousand tender traits and winning ways.

Here's a song to the Red Cross soldier,
Here's a song for the girl who dares,
Here's a cheer for the girl who honors
All the uniform she wears.
Though you way may be long and weary,
If your path should be bathed in tears,
You can count on aid from the Red Cross maid,
With her work that soothes and cheers.

With the cross that stands for mercy
And the red for courage true,
You can find the Red Cross girl in ev'ry clime,
In the time of direst trouble,
Wars and other trials too,
There her courage and her tact is most sublime.
She has severed all her home-ties
All her friends she leaves behind,
For work that taxes heart and wearied hands;
Here's a toast to her, God bless her,
May she have blest peach of mind,
Here's a tribute from our own, the best of the land.

Here's a song to the Red Cross soldier,
Here's a song for the girl who dares,
Here's a cheer for the girl who honors
All the uniform she wears.
Though you way may be long and weary,
If your path should be bathed in tears,
You can count on aid from the Red Cross maid,
With her work that soothes and cheers.