BRITISH RED CROSS DAY.
When they stop you at the corner Of the city streets to-day; Don't for goodness sake start grumbling And mumbling as you say: "Oil, I'm giving, giving, giving, Till I'm nearly sick of living." Please remember who the nioney's for to-day. Laugh and say: "Too sure I've got it," Quickly dive into your pocket, The motto for the Red Cross Day is "Pay."
There are hundreds, aye, and thousands, Of our brave lads o'er the sea, Wlio are fighting, fig'htiii.u', fighting, Giving blood for you and me; Wounded, tired, and heavy hearted ; Could you grumble ere you parted With a shilling for the lads across the sea?
Some are dying while you're giving. Who would gladly go on living With their loved, as you are doing here to-day. Can't you hear them calling, calling, Mid the battle din appalling. For the little help that you can semi their way?
So fill the boxes gladly. Crowd around and struggle madly ; For the privilege conferred on you to day. What our wounded o'er the ocean Suffer daily you've a notion, And you know they need this help from you and me.
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Taranaki Daily News, 20 October 1917, Page 6
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193BRITISH RED CROSS DAY. Taranaki Daily News, 20 October 1917, Page 6
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