'There's the girl who clips your ticket for the train, <br />And the girl who speeds the lift from floor to floor, <br />There's the girl who does a milk-round in the rain, <br />And the girl who calls for orders at your door. <br />Strong, sensible, and fit, <br />They're out to show their grit, <br />And tackle jobs with energy and knack. <br />No longer caged and penned up, <br />They're going to keep their end up <br />'Til the khaki soldier boys come marching back. <br /> <br />There's the motor girl who drives a heavy van, <br />There's the butcher girl who brings your joint of meat, <br />There's the girl who calls 'All fares please!' like a man, <br />And the girl who whistles taxi's up the street. <br />Beneath each uniform <br />Beats a heart that's soft and warm, <br />Though of canny mother-wit they show no lack; <br />But a solemn statement this is, <br />They've no time for love and kisses <br />Till the khaki soldier boys come marching back.<br /><br />Jessie Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-girls/
