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
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