Send Him a Smile

O mothers and sisters and sweethearts, And all who are ready for tears, Because of the lad who has offered his all, Let us hide our despair and our fears;— Let us knit, let us work for his comfort,— Our money, our labour is free,— But, better than this, because of our love, Send a smile to him over the sea.

For he will encourage his comrades, By singing the songs of the day; With the boys over there he will sing the home songs To chase a sad moment away: But when that excitement is over He will ask, “Is she thinking of me?” Ah yes! but instead of our sighs,—every one, Send a smile to him over the sea.