[1st verse:] Jack McCoy, a soldier boy Was taken from the battle wounded A pretty red cross nurse Was there to see that he wouldn't get worse From the start she won his heart So when he started to get better He called her to his side And in a pleading voice he cried [Refrain:] Don't make me love you because I'm not prepared My heart is weak and I'm a trifle scared Oh, can't you see I'm in a bad condition With no ammunition So please don't attack me with those bewitching eyes Each time your fingers touch my wrist, I can't resist I fear that I must surrender You've got me in your power I'm weak'ning ev'ry hour For when I gaze into your great big eyes It seems my temp'rature begins to rise Please don't make me love you Because I'm not prepared [2nd verse:] Jack cried out, "There is no doubt If you continue your attack, dear You'll soon capture my fort Then I'll be left with a wife to support That won't do, I'm warning you It won't be easy for your Jack, dear To raise a family Upon a soldier's salary"
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