THE GIRL OF GIRLS
When the war god reached out his talonsAnd showed me the way to the fray,My sweethearts shed tears by the gallons—There was weeping and gnashing that day.Don’t blame them for crying like babies;I’m surprised they recovered at all,’Cause I sure made a hit with the ladies,Just one look at me and they’d fall.Take Evelyn or Peggy or Jennie—They surely were there with the looks,And I’ve never regretted a pennyI blew in on flowers and books.And Mildred—that kid was a thriller,A complexion like peaches and cream;She was sweeter than Marilynn Miller,And Phyllis—oh, boy, what a dream!And now that I’m over the ocean,I remember them each by their smile;But there’s one who gets all my devotion,And I’m thinking of her all the while.When my clothes need mending and scrubbing,And only one sock I can find,And my knuckles are swollen with rubbing,Why, girlies, you’re far from my mind.My thoughts are for one who is dearerThan Phyllis or Peggy or Mae;Each day that I’m gone she seems nearer—And she’s feeble, but smiling and gay.Howard A. Herty, Corp., 1st Army Hq.
When the war god reached out his talonsAnd showed me the way to the fray,My sweethearts shed tears by the gallons—There was weeping and gnashing that day.Don’t blame them for crying like babies;I’m surprised they recovered at all,’Cause I sure made a hit with the ladies,Just one look at me and they’d fall.Take Evelyn or Peggy or Jennie—They surely were there with the looks,And I’ve never regretted a pennyI blew in on flowers and books.And Mildred—that kid was a thriller,A complexion like peaches and cream;She was sweeter than Marilynn Miller,And Phyllis—oh, boy, what a dream!And now that I’m over the ocean,I remember them each by their smile;But there’s one who gets all my devotion,And I’m thinking of her all the while.When my clothes need mending and scrubbing,And only one sock I can find,And my knuckles are swollen with rubbing,Why, girlies, you’re far from my mind.My thoughts are for one who is dearerThan Phyllis or Peggy or Mae;Each day that I’m gone she seems nearer—And she’s feeble, but smiling and gay.Howard A. Herty, Corp., 1st Army Hq.
When the war god reached out his talonsAnd showed me the way to the fray,My sweethearts shed tears by the gallons—There was weeping and gnashing that day.
When the war god reached out his talons
And showed me the way to the fray,
My sweethearts shed tears by the gallons—
There was weeping and gnashing that day.
Don’t blame them for crying like babies;I’m surprised they recovered at all,’Cause I sure made a hit with the ladies,Just one look at me and they’d fall.
Don’t blame them for crying like babies;
I’m surprised they recovered at all,
’Cause I sure made a hit with the ladies,
Just one look at me and they’d fall.
Take Evelyn or Peggy or Jennie—They surely were there with the looks,And I’ve never regretted a pennyI blew in on flowers and books.
Take Evelyn or Peggy or Jennie—
They surely were there with the looks,
And I’ve never regretted a penny
I blew in on flowers and books.
And Mildred—that kid was a thriller,A complexion like peaches and cream;She was sweeter than Marilynn Miller,And Phyllis—oh, boy, what a dream!
And Mildred—that kid was a thriller,
A complexion like peaches and cream;
She was sweeter than Marilynn Miller,
And Phyllis—oh, boy, what a dream!
And now that I’m over the ocean,I remember them each by their smile;But there’s one who gets all my devotion,And I’m thinking of her all the while.
And now that I’m over the ocean,
I remember them each by their smile;
But there’s one who gets all my devotion,
And I’m thinking of her all the while.
When my clothes need mending and scrubbing,And only one sock I can find,And my knuckles are swollen with rubbing,Why, girlies, you’re far from my mind.
When my clothes need mending and scrubbing,
And only one sock I can find,
And my knuckles are swollen with rubbing,
Why, girlies, you’re far from my mind.
My thoughts are for one who is dearerThan Phyllis or Peggy or Mae;Each day that I’m gone she seems nearer—And she’s feeble, but smiling and gay.Howard A. Herty, Corp., 1st Army Hq.
My thoughts are for one who is dearer
Than Phyllis or Peggy or Mae;
Each day that I’m gone she seems nearer—
And she’s feeble, but smiling and gay.
Howard A. Herty, Corp., 1st Army Hq.