|
On Friday afternoon at three o'clock |
|
A passing lady looked into a shop |
|
Her eyes lit up as this the sign she read |
|
Recruiting Office, that is what it said |
|
|
|
Excitedly she stepped inside to see |
|
How her sons would fair if they were militry |
|
The man in charge to her was very sweet |
|
And said, "Please sign here on this little sheet" |
|
|
|
But when she got home her mind grew many fears |
|
The message from the soldiers in the war rang in her ears |
|
|
|
Don't put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward |
|
You know they'll only waste away, oh oh |
|
Don't put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward |
|
You know they'll only waste away, oh oh |
|
|
|
At six o'clock the lads came home from work |
|
She told them what she'd done, they went beserk |
|
We'll have to go to war and fight and die |
|
And Mrs. Ward she wiped a tear from her eye |
|
|
|
Don't put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward |
|
You know they'll only waste away, oh oh |
|
|
|
Don't put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward |
|
You know they'll only waste away, oh oh |
|
Don't put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward |
|
You know they'll only waste away, oh oh |
|
|
|
Don't put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward |
|
You know they'll only waste away, oh oh |
|
Don't put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward |
|
You know they'll only waste away, oh oh |
