The wives of the wounded, how thankful are they;
Their husbands are cared for, how happy are they;
Whate’er her country, this gift God has given,
The soldiers they say she’s an angel from heaven.
Sing praise to this woman, and deny it who can!
And all women were sent for the comfort of man;
Let’s hope no more against them you’ll rail,
Treat them well, and they’ll prove like Miss Nightingale.
