The Angel Of No Man's Land

O a soldier may strike with a zeal untold
Ev'ry foe on the battle field,
And he may with a courage deep and bold
Bravely perish, before he yield.
Though fearless he in war may be,
And laugh at the cannon's roar,
Let's not forget there is one thing yet
That can help us to win this war.

Then here's to the girl,
The Red Cross girl,
And to all of her noble band!
to the girl you know,
One who said "I'll go",
To the Angel of No Man's Land.
then here's to the girl,
The Red Cross girl,
And to all of her noble band!
To the little girl you know,
To the one who said "I'll go",
To the Angel of No Man's Land.

O a soldier may walk with a martial tread
In the midst of a crimson stream,
He may leap from the trench and plunge ahead
Where the battle may deadly seem.
Tho foes are near, he knows no fear,
He's fighting to win or die.
Nor, if he fall, does he vainly call,
For the Angel is passing by.

Then here's to the girl,
The Red Cross girl,
And to all of her noble band!
to the girl you know,
One who said "I'll go",
To the Angel of No Man's Land.
then here's to the girl,
The Red Cross girl,
And to all of her noble band!
To the little girl you know,
To the one who said "I'll go",
To the Angel of No Man's Land.