On a dark and lonely night on the Crimea's dread shore
There had been bloodshed and strife on the morning before
The dead and the dying lay bleeding around
Some crying for help - there's none to be found
And God in his mercy he piti'd their cries
And the soldier so cheerful in the morning do rise
So forward my lads, may your hearts never fail
You're cheer'd by the presence of Miss Nightingale.

Now God sent this woman to succour the brave
Some thousands she 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 mangled limbs, some to fragments is torn
But they keep up their spirits, their hearts never fail
Now they're cheer'd by presence of sweet Miss F. 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 pray'd for the dying, gave peace to the brave
She felt that a soldier had a soul to be saved
The wounded they lov'd her, as it has been seen
She's the soldier's preserver, they call her their queen
May God give her strength, may her heart never fail
One of heaven's best gifts is Miss Nightingale.

The wives of the wounded how thankful were they
Their husbands were car'd for - now happy and gay
Whate'er her country, this gift God has given
The soldiers all said she was an angel from Heaven
Sing praise to this woman, deny it who can!
All females were sent for the comfort of man
Let's hope no more against them you'll rail
Use them well and they'll prove like Miss Nightingale.