Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbon She wore it in the springtime In the merry month of May And if you ask her why the hell she wore it She wore it for her young marine who was far far away Far away, far away She wore it for her young marine Who was far, far away Around the block she pushed a baby carriage She pushed it in the springtime In the Merry month of May And if you ask her why the hell she pushed it She pushed it for her young marine who was far far away Far away, far away She pushed it for her young marine Who was far, far away Behind the door her daddy kept a shotgun He kept it in the springtime In the merry month of May And if you ask him why the hell he kept it He kept it for her young marine who was far far away Far away, far away He kept it for young marine Who was far, far away