Pull it, gypsy.
Song
1. Pull on it, gypsy, let your string break, ; You won't pull on me for long anyway, ; Ten days is one, twenty days of my barracks captivity, ; I won't see my baby for thirty days. ; ; 2. When my thirty days of captivity are over, ; I will proudly go hug my baby. ; Stretch out both your arms, baby, and hug me, ; You couldn't hug me for thirty days anyway.