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WORK-A-DAY WARRIORS
The way that that girl manœuvred me,The sort o' things that she done,'Twas like having my old mother back againAnd I but a kid aged one;There's nothing that's pretty about me,And I'm only one half tamed,But when she'd attend to my toileting,I felt thankful—and ashamed!
It was always, "Mike, good mornin',And how do you feel to-day?"And yet she'd the sharpest of eyes to seeMy drugs duly stowed away;The visitin' Surgeon's very good,And the resident Doctor, too,But I places it here on record,It was Nursey what pulled me through!
The sight o' her face seemed to ease my pain,The sound o' her voice done me good,And she was so gentle and kind wi' me,What had been so sinful and rude;
