Here's what I have. The word in italics is from where I can't read my own writing!

Mick


THE THINGUMMY-BOB

You've heard of Florence Nightingale, Grace Darling and the rest
You've all seen Greta Garbo and our bashful(?) friend Mae West
But there's a little lady I want you all to meet
She's working on munitions and she lives just down the street.
She can't pretend to be a great celebrity
But still she's most important in her way
The job she has to do may not sound much to you
But all the same I'm very proud to say.

She's the girl that makes the thing
That drills the hole that hold the spring
That drives the rod that turns the knob
That works the thingummybob
She's the girl that makes the thing
That hold the oil that oils the ring
That takes the shank that moves the crank
That works the thingummybob.
It's a ticklish sort of job making a thing for a thingummybob
Especially when you don't know what it's for.
But it's the girl that makes the thing
That drills the hole that holds the spring
That works the thingummybob that makes the engine roar
But it's the girl that makes the thing
That holds the oil that oils the ring
That makes the thingummybob that's going to win the war.

She's not what you would call a heroine
I don't suppose you'll ever hear her name
But though she'll never boast of her important post
She strikes a blow for Britannia just the same.