I'm in love with a beautiful maid
Sweet as a girl could be
Out in Flanders she came to my aid
A Salvation lassie is she
Strange to say I'd met her before
In the city's mad whirl
'Ere we thought of going to war
I called her my tambourine girl
I met her on Broadway
With a tambourine in her hand
"Follow on, follow on"
Was her solemn cry to the passersby
I wanted to tell her
But I feared she'd not understand
I bid a fond goodbye to her then
One day in France I met her again
And I told her that I loved her
Out in no man's land