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



Exacitedly 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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