KNITTING

At the concert and the play

Everywhere you see them sitting,

Knitting, knitting.

Women who the other day

Thought of nothing but their frocks

Or their jewels or their locks,

Women who have lived for pleasure,

Who have known no work but leisure,

Now are knitting, knitting, knitting

For the soldiers over there.

On the trains and on the ships

With a diligence befitting,

They are knitting.

Some with smiles upon their lips,

Some with manners debonair,

Some with earnest look and air.

But each heart in its own fashion,

Weaves in pity and compassion

In their knitting, knitting, knitting

For the soldiers over there.

Hurried women to and fro

From their homes to labour flitting,

Knitting, knitting,

Busy handed come and go.

Broken bits of time they spare,

Just to feel they do their share,

Just to keep life's sense of beauty

In the doing of a duty,

They are knitting, knitting, knitting

For the soldiers over there.