The Little Good for Nothing’s Good for Something After All
It’s funny how a nickname clung to little Mary Brown
They called her good for nothing a tom boy ‘round the town
As she grew up where e’er she’d go they’d call her by that name
But if she’s good for nothing, angels must be just the same.
They always called her little good for nothing
Just because like other children she was wild
Tho’ she wasn’t all the blame still she couldn’t bear the name that clung to her since she was but a child
But now she’s over there, she joined the Red Cross
Giving up her life at duty’s calls
And the ones that used to sneer are the first ones now to cheer the little good for nothing’s good for something after all.
In her hometown they used to frown but now you’ll hear them say
I knew our good for nothing would make us proud some day
It may be strange but still it’s true how often you will find
The one’s we thought were angel’s ‘turned out just the other kind.