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VERSE 3
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 that paratrooper,
Far, far away.
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VERSE 4
He 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, far away.
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VERSE 5
In her hand she holds a bunch of daisies,
She holds them in the springtime,
In the merry month of May,
And if you ask her why the hell she holds them
She holds them for a paratroop
six feet down.
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