I’m in love with a subway guard
My heart is fairly broke,
With grief I am chokin’
To Paris they won’t let me go.
And ride upon the old Metro.
It’s pretty tough, it’s mighty hard.
Cause I’m in love with a subway guard.
With a flick of her pretty hand.
She signals to the motor man.
He gives the crank a turn or two.
She gets me with those signals too,
And brakes the cars so cleverly
I know she’s often broken me.
If you want to ride free.
hit the sub with me.
But we can’t reach Paris anymore
And truly my heart is sore.
If I only thought she could care
Off to Paris I would tear
Even if I had to risk a raid
To see my Little
February 1918, American ambulance driver’s poem – WW1 American Field Service Bulletin # 33 – Illustration: WW1, Paris, a French subway