395 Our Girls... Once they watched their men marching away— Waved— and waited... Now they too march away, arms swinging, chins up— March to war: To grease and grime with fair hands... To blitz and barrage with bright eyes... They drive the lorry they oil the wheels they turn the planes they load the bombs... On chart and plan they send them forth, they bring them home... Through sleepless nights and weary days they toil and fight... And still they laugh— Our girls. The fearless girls Of Freedom. By our work—and our saving— we pay tribute to these women.