Around her neck, she wears a yellow ribbon,
She wears it in the springtime, and in the month of May,
And if you ask her why the hell she wears it,
She wears it for a soldier who is far, far away.
Around the block she wheels a baby carriage,
She wheels it in the springtime, and in the month of May,
And if you ask her why the hell she wheels it,
She wheels it for a soldier who is far, far away.
Behind the barn, the farmer keeps a shotgun,
He keeps it in the springtime, and in the month of May,
And if you ask her why the hell he keeps it,
He keeps it for a soldier who is far, far away.
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