It's a cold wind that calls through the darkness But here's a home fire burns bright To those that say go and those that say no Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier To the VADs, munitionettes, and Land Army girls To Wakefield's Nelly Spindler lost at Passchendaele To the sweethearts of the Tommies, to the sweethearts of the Hun Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier To the widows of the frenchmen mortar buried at Verdun To Maria Bochkareva and her death battalion To all those who think that having One as big as theirs will stop the bomb Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier To our Little Mother and our sickened state To our German sister nurses that you call for us to hate Whilst our streets are cooly littered with white feathers and disgrace Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier To those stood waiting hand in hand and those who wait alone To those who know the inconsolable despair of the unknown To those whom only shells of men or ghosts of men come marching home Singing "Glory glory hallelujah..."