Mary Seacole Song - Horrible Histories
Me name Mary Seacole , famous nurse To de Crimean boys No, me not Florence Nightingale Dat mix up, me annoys Me learn me skills in Jamaica Where me mother nursed de sick And I tink it might be destiny child To be a war medic If you're coughing You should have a drink with it If your diet's poor You should really tink upon it If it's cholera, Rehydration's best for it If it's fever Better take some rest for it Wha-oh-oh, wha-oh-oh Wha-oh-oh-oh! When Crimean War broke out Me apply for Florence's crew She turn me down because me black Yep, weird I know but true History still says me name Cos me not one to moan Me ask me friend Thomas Day for help And set off on my own If you need it Put a massive plaster on it If you're bleeding Shouldn't be disaster for it If your leg broke Going to need a plaster on it If you're constipated Take oil of castor for it Wha-oh-oh, wha-oh-oh Wha-oh-oh-oh! Once here, in Crimea Me became a pioneer Me carpenters engineered A hotel at the new frontier Set up on the front line In 1855 Independent woman Saving soldiers lives Welcome to the British Hotel! Me boarding house became de haunt Of de great and good Though it wasn't glamourous It was built of old bits of wood Supplied the troops with kits and clothes Served both de rich and poor Me nursed right upon de battlefield While Florence worked far from de war I'm a nursing lady Put a splint on it Me see a wounded man Better sprint to it Earned fame from de war And my stint in it But the Crimean shame Is me a skint from it When de War was done Me never have a dime Despite the work me do Bankruptcy was mine I'm a fierce lady Never fazed by it Wrote a book And earned funds raised by it Me hotel Men owed their lives to it Going down in history That's my prize for it!
Artist: Horrible Histories
Title: Mary Seacole Song