Now ”Nitty Norah” the nit nurse
Was someone who filled us with dread
She used her sharp steely nit comb
Till furrows were ploughed in your head

No-one could ever escape her
Un-announced she came to the school
Armed with her bag full of nit combs
And other things deemed to be cruel

Lined up, we stood in the hall-way
Waiting for our turn to be ”done”
The yelps that came from the front ones
A foretaste of what was to come

Those lucky enough to be ”clear”
Could then breathe a sigh of relief
But others would turn up the next day
With hair like a Red Indian chief

New styles were made in an evening
When the notes from Norah were read
Mums would cut and then shave you
Till no nits were left on your head

Your friends would then take the mickey
You knew who should take all the blame
Oh how you cursed that sad morning
When”Nitty Norah” the nit nurse came