On a dark lonely night on Crimea's dread shore
There'd been bloodshed and strife on the morning before
The dead and the dying lay bleeding around
Some crying for help but there's was none to be found
And God in his mercy He pity'd their cries
For the soldiers so cheerful in the mornings do rise
So forward my lads may your hearts never fail
You are cheered by the presence of Florence Nightingale
Now God sent this woman to succour the brave
Some thousands she's saved from an untimely grave
Her eyes beam with pleasure she's bounteous and good
The wants of the wounded are by her understood
With fever some brought in with life almost gone
Some with limbs so mangled to fragments are torn
But they keep up their spirits their hearts never fail
One of heaven's best gifts is Florence Nightingale
Her heart it means good for no bounty she'll take
She'd lay down her life for the poor soldier's sake
She prayed for the dying gave peace to the brave
For she felt that a soldier had a soul to be saved
The wounded they loved her as it has been seen
She's the soldier's preserver and they call her their queen
May God give her strength and her heart never fail
One of heaven's best gifts is Florence Nightingale