She was just another war nurse
  She could strike a noble pose
  Caring for our young boys
  When a bullet laid him low
  She would have over them cry
  And pulled the covers over them when they died
  She was just another lonesome lady, lover, sister of the gun
  And though friends would call her darling
  She was the 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 friends would call her darlin'
  She was nurse 'neath the rising sun
  She was a soldier's shrapnel sweetheart
  Direct from the combat zone
  She was the reincarnation of the Virgin Mary
  She was the hooker down in San Antone
  And though her heart was somewhere in Iceland
  Command in 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