The Wound lyrics

I dress a wound in the side Deep, deep But a day or two more For see the frame all wasted and sinking And the yellow-blue countenance see I dress the perforated shoulder The foot with the bullet-wound Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid Gangrene I am faithful, I do not give out The fractur'd thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen These and more I dress with impassive hand Yet, deep in my breast, a fire, a burning flame I dress a wound in the side Deep, deep But a day or two more For see the frame all wasted and sinking And the yellow-blue countenance see I dress the perforated shoulder The foot with the bullet-wound Cleanse the one with a gnawing gangrene So offensive, while the attendant stands behind Aside me holding the tray Yet, deep in my breast, a fire, a burning flame I am faithful, I do not give out The fractur'd thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen These and more I dress with impassive hand Yet deep in my breast a fire I am faithful, I do not give out The fractur'd thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen These and more I dress with impassive hand Yet, deep in my breast, a fire, a burning flame