  in Munsey’s Magazine Permission to reproduce in this book. THEY’ve put us through our paces; They say we’re doing fine; We’ll soon go to our places Upon the firing-line. Some chaps will fight for mothers, And some for wives so true; And I will fight for you! Through all these months of training We’ve cherished hopeful thoughts And drilled without complaining, Like soldiers and good sports. We’re warring for a reason, We’ve sworn to see this through; To falter would be treason, And I will fight for you! Your presence will be near me, Your voice will call my name; You’ll comfort me and cheer me, Your love, behold, I claim! ’Twould take more than an ocean To separate us two; I’ll hold unto this notion, And I will fight for you! |
|
