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