I carve my name on the four corners of my blanket
Song
1. I carve my name on the four corners of my blanket,
I hand over my work to the eight-year-olds.
Let the fur-clad recruit wear it, oh my hair,
Who still has thirty-six months in his barracks.
2. My shirt is fine, my pants are fine, its sleeves are flagged,
It doesn't flutter, it doesn't flutter, if the wind doesn't blow it.
If the wind doesn't blow, I'll flag it myself,
I'll even wrap my baby in it at night.
I hand over my work to the eight-year-olds.
Let the fur-clad recruit wear it, oh my hair,
Who still has thirty-six months in his barracks.
2. My shirt is fine, my pants are fine, its sleeves are flagged,
It doesn't flutter, it doesn't flutter, if the wind doesn't blow it.
If the wind doesn't blow, I'll flag it myself,
I'll even wrap my baby in it at night.