The Red Cross Nurse
Bucking the tide up Banfield Creek
With a wind and a lashing rain
And the dismal sound of the oarlocks squeak
For every foot of gain.
When the goings tough, and it's mighty rough
And sickness is getting worse
You pace the float for to meet the boat
That carries the Red Cross nurse.
She'll be there in time, you can bet a dine
Whatever the time of night.
And the worry goes for you know she knows
How to fix things up just right.
Then she's bucking the tide down Banfield Creek
In the light of the early dawn
With her work well done, and a fight well won
With knowledge, skill and brawn.
Its a job that's hard, and I tell you Pard
I'm writing this bit of verse
To a darned good sort, and a darned good sport
Hats off to the Red Cross nurse.
Faithfully Dedicated to
Mill I. Mollard (Mollie) R. N.
the
Florence Nightingale of the Banfield
Detachment
of
1st. BN. Canadian Scottish Regt. C.A.S.F.
February 11, 1940
Sidney Hill