There were three little sisters,
Three little sisters,
Each one only in her teens,
One loved a soldier, one loved a sailor,
And one loved a lad from the Marines.
Oh, the three little sisters;
They were the fairest
From Iceland to the Philippines;
So said the soldier, so said the sailor,
And so said the lad from the marines.
And when the boys marched away,
The girls said they'll be true
Until the boys come back someday.
Now the three little sisters,
Three little sisters
Stay home and read their magazines,
You can tell it to the soldiers,
Tell it to the sailors
And tell it to the marines!
