Good girls, cherished friends of old, with friendly faces, eyes that gleam so bright! When we start to sing, like birds in fold, they join us in song with voices full of light. We face our fate with courage, never turning back, and our sharp tongues are always eager to tease. In distant lands, in barracks or in tents so slack, our presence brings a light that puts all at ease. Early in the dawn, or after work’s long strain, sweet moans echo softly in our room so tight. Tell us, boys, and speak the truth plain, wouldn’t life be dull without us girls in sight?
