Don't do it girl I said
Don't you marry that soljer boy
For that boy was born for war
And girl you'll suffer grief
You see girl
If he thinks he'll die tomorrow
He'll grab the first girl that he sees
And in his throes of passion
You'll become one more distant dream
No girl don't marry no soljer boy
And become a widow before your time
For soljer boys are born for war
And at an early age they die