The Edinburgh Seven

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Don't be fooled by the swish of our skirts under white coats

Mud sticks to fingers of those throwing dirt at petticoats

A storm is raging on Nicholson street

Insults raining down

In cold, hard sheets

Drenched in a downpour of furious, ungentlemanly wrath

We move tenaciously towards the surgeon's hall, past rugged shoulders in our path

If words are weapons, watch us break down the doors

To stethoscopes, scalpels, knives, and gauze

We only want to heal

We only want to heal

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

We memorize maps of the body like lovers in the dark

Tendons, veins, nerves, bones, mother nature's works of art

An unflinching and unshakeable seven strength test

Humility's the opposite of one grand god complex

We only want to heal

We only want to heal

We only want to heal

We only want to heal

Do no harm

Do no harm

Do no harm

Do no harm

Proof it's time to redefine

And violate their expectations, one patient at a time

Do no harm

One patient at a time

Do no harm

One patient at a time

Do no harm

One patient at a time

Do no harm

One patient at a time

Do no harm

One patient at a time

Do no harm

One patient at a time

Do no harm

One patient at a time