I don't mind, please don't misunderstand
I know the score of war
A soldiers' life is give and give
And then they ask for more
Walking on the picket line
Where my comrades fell
Holding up the thin-red-line
In the shot and shell
The lady with the lamp
You know she understands
The lady with the lamp
She's the soldiers' friend
I don't mind the blistering heat
I think I can endure
It's freezing cold and I can't feel my feet
Well, that's the hell of war
I never thought about the big red wound
When I saw my comrades fall
Now I'm in this cold and lonely room
Wondering if I'll live at all
The lady with the lamp
You know she understands
The lady with the lamp
She's the soldiers' friend
First they use us
And then they throw us away
Only this nightingale
Knows the price that we pay
The lady with the tramp
Excuse me please, a cup of tea
I've such a terrible thirst
Would you please come and sit with me
I feel it's come to the worst
Write my mother that I love her so
I can't seem to hold the pen
Take this keep-sake and send it home
To those I'll never see again
The lady with the lamp
You know she understands
The lady with the lamp
She's the soldiers' friend
She will hold his hand
Stay with him to the end
You know she understands
She's the soldier's friend