Now God in his mercy He pity’d their cries,
And the soldier so cheerfully in the morning doth rise,
So forward my lads, may your hearts never fail,
You are cheered by the presence of a sweet Nightingale.
Now God sent this angel 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 dismantled limbs, some to fragments are torn,