Good job, baby, the pioneer soldier

The pioneer soldier has a good job, my baby, ; But (a) forty-two-year-old has an even better job. ; In the morning he polishes his boots, at noon his gun, ; In the evening he teaches his baby to kiss in pairs. ; ; The pioneer soldier has a good job, my baby, ; But (a) forty-two-year-old has an even better job. ; The water washes both sides of the ship, there is no need to polish, ; At every port he hugs his baby. ; ; The warship goes into the waters of Lake Balaton, ; My baby sits in the middle of the ship, ; Its eyes are blue, tears fall from its eyes, ; Thank you, my dove, for loving you so far.