She'd walk through the door and she'd set up the drinks on the house. She played a good game of darts, and the men slapped her back, And never took her out. She wore a trench coat, khaki. Her hobnail boots were full of holes. She's got medals. Her mother called her "Mary," but she changed her name to "Tommy," She's a one... oh. She went and joined the army, Passed the medical; don't ask me how it's done. They sent her to the front line, Fighting for her country's name. She's got medals. She got very tired of picking up girls, Cleaning her gun, and shaving her curls. Then the enemy dropped a bomb. Survivors there were none. People say that when the moon is full and all the stars have gone to bed, You can see her ghost, but that's a lie, because the naughty woman isn't dead. She'd deserted on the previous morning. Replaced her uniform with dresses, silk and green. Called herself Eileen. Came to London town. Now she's settled down. She's got medals.