text: She was just another war nurse
  She could strike a noble pose
  Caring for our young boys when a bullet laid them low
  She would hover over them and cry
  And pull the cover over them when theyd die
  She was just another lonesome lady, lover, sister of the gun
  And though France would call her darling
  She was a nurse neath the rising sun
  She knew no hells or heavens, or harbors or havens
  She was every mother, sister, wife and lover
  Whose love a soldier boy was savin
  She believed in the birth of the broad sword
  She was not a shielded one
  Though France would call her darlin
  She was nurse neath the rising sun
  She was a soldiers shrapnel sweetheart, direct from the combat zone
  She was a reincarnation o fthe Virgin MAry
  She was the hooker down in San Antone
  And though her heart was somewhere in Iceland
  Commanding the dawn patrol
  Blessed in this blood and stitched into these bones
  The war nurse left her soul
  Blessed in this blood and stitched into these bones
  The war nurse left her soul