Mrs. Ward

<br>On Friday afternoon at three o`clock <br> A passing lady looked into a shop <br> Her eyes lit up as this the sign she read <br> Recruiting Office, that is what it said <br><br> Exacitedly she stepped inside to see <br> How her sons would fair if they were militry <br> The man in charge to her was very sweet <br> And said, &quot;Please sign here on this little sheet&quot; <br><br> But when she got home her mind grew many fears <br> The message from the soldiers in the war rang in her ears <br><br> Don`t put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward <br> You know they`ll only waste away, oh oh <br> Don`t put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward <br> You know they`ll only waste away, oh oh <br> <br> At six o`clock the lads came home from work <br> She told them what she`d done, they went beserk <br> We`ll have to go to war and fight and die <br> And Mrs. Ward she wiped a tear from her eye <br> <br> Don`t put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward <br> You know they`ll only waste away, oh oh <br> <br> Don`t put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward <br> You know they`ll only waste away, oh oh <br> Don`t put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward <br> You know they`ll only waste away, oh oh <br> <br> Don`t put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward <br> You know they`ll only waste away, oh oh <br> Don`t put your boys in the army Mrs. Ward <br> You know they`ll only waste away, oh oh