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God bless you, lads!

All women of the race,

As forth you go,

Wish you with steadfast face

The best they know.

God cheer you, lads!

Out in the bitter nights,

Down the drear days,

Through the red reeking fights

And wasted ways.

God bring you, lads,

Back to the motherland,

True laurels gained,

Glory in either hand,

Honour unstained.

Women of Britain’s race,

As forth you go,

Wish you with proud glad face

The best they know,

God bless you, lads!

[A]	By special permission of Punch.