The Merry Month of May

WWII-era American paratrooper song

On her leg she wears a silken garter,
She wears it in the springtime,
In the merry month of May,
And if you ask her why the hell she wears it,
She wears it for a paratrooper, far, far away.

Far away, far away,
She wears it for a paratrooper,
Far, far away.

Around the park she wheels a perambulator,
She wheels it in the springtime,
In the merry month of May,
And if you ask her why the hell she wheels it,
She wheels it for a paratrooper, far, far away.

Far away, far away,
She wheels it for a paratrooper,
Far, far away.

Behind the door her father keeps a shotgun,
He keeps it in the springtime,
In the merry month of May,
And if you ask him why the hell he keeps it,
He keeps it for a paratrooper, far, far away.

Far away, far away,
He keeps it for a paratrooper,
Far, far away.

The paratrooper went to join his unit,
He joined it in the springtime,
In the merry month of May,
And if you ask him why the hell he joined it,
He joined it to be very, very far away.

Far away, far away,
He joined it as a paratrooper,
To be far, far away.

In her hand she holds a bunch of daisies,
She holds it in the springtime,
In the merry month of May,
And if you ask her why the hell she holds it,
She holds it for her paratrooper, six feet down.

Six feet down, six feet down,
She holds it for her paratrooper,
Six feet down.