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