When men went forth to fight the foe
And women took to spade and hoe,
And donning smocks of nattiest styles,
Worked on the land for Farmer Giles.
Now three cheers for the dainty maids,
Government clerks of different grades;
Nor are we likely to forget
Our debt to the Munitionette.
The Present Time
We seem to have subdued the Hun
And so farewell (our task is done)
To Anzacs-Indians-Poilus-Yanks—
Italians-Belgians-Japs-and-Tanks.
