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LADY WITH THE LAMP Album : Carry On Country Joe McDonald I don't mind, please don't misunderstand I know the score of war. A soldier's life is give and give And then they ask for more. Walking on the picket line Where my comrades fell, Holding up the thin-red-line In the shot and shell. The lady with the lamp, You know she understands. The lady with the lamp, She's the soldiers' friend. I don't mind the blistering heat, I think I can endure. It's freezing cold and I can't feel my feet Well, that's the hell of war. I never thought about the big red wound When I saw my comrades fall. Now I'm in this cold and lonely room Wondering if I'll live at all. The lady with the lamp, You know she understands. The lady with the lamp, She's the soldiers' friend. First they use us And then they throw us away. Only Miss Nightingale Knows the price that we pay, The lady with the lamp. Excuse me please, a cup of tea, I've such a terrible thirst. Would you please come and sit with me, I feel it's come to the worst. Write my mother that I love her so, I can't seem to hold the pen. Take this keep-sake and send it home, To those I'll never see again. The lady with the lamp, You know she understands. The lady with the lamp, She's the soldiers' friend. She will hold his hand, Stay with him to the end. You know she understands, She's the soldier's friend. (Contributed by Bette Carl - February 2003)

    


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