She's stood in every battle, she worked in every camp
Caring for a dying soldier, she's the lady with the lamp
She writes his final letter to those he'll never see again
She is the lady with the lamp and she shares his final pain
She was just a lass of twenty when she signed up for the corp
The year was nineteen fourteen the world was heading off to war
She saw it as her duty and to the men she vowed she'd tramp
Where ever they would take her, she'd be their lady with the lamp
They shipped her across the channel, where the fighting had begun
She watched the horror of battle where her men fell one by one
And ev'ry day she traipsed alone through the mud, the blood and damp
She'd kneel beside one more dying lad, this lady with her lamp
One day she fell in battle a stray shot caught her in the head
The angel of the nursing corp she lay all alone and dead
When night time fell two brave young volunteers dashed out from the camp
Their task was to retrieve an angel, their lady with the lamp
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