Horrible Histories - Mary Seacole Song lyrics

rate me

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!