But he would read from his prayer books
 That he kept in his coat with button hooks
 And I dwelt with him each day
 And casted glances all his way

 And he, sir, had a touch of class
 With his pocket watch made out of brass
 And I loved the way he smelled
 Like clean clothes left on the shelf

 And I would brave the harsh night air
 To get to him my legionnaire
 And we would flee into the woods
 I always knew my boy was good

 And I'd pick the whipper-wills
 To give to him just for thrills
 And he'd buy the gold hair pins
 To give to me just for grins

 And I'd brave the harsh night air
 To get to him my legionnaire
 And we would flee into the woods
 I always knew my boy was good
 Oh oh my boy was good
 My boy was good
 Oh my boy was good

 For his goodness is what won me over
 Yes my legionnaire's the kindest soldier
 For his goodness is what won me over
 Yes my legionnaire's the kindest soldier

 Oh I would brave the harsh night air
 To get to him my legionnaire
 And we would flee into the woods
 I always knew my boy was good

 And I would brave the harsh night air
 To get to him my legionnaire