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Trooper's Lament

Barry Sadler
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Barry Sadler


Come all ye young maidens
And hear my sad tale
'bout a brave young trooper,
who's chute did failed

As he went up in
to the cloudy sky
He sang a sad song
on his way to die

He sang "My love
is far-far from me.
Far beyond
the South China Sea,

I left her there,
with a tear in her eye,
for I must go
where brave men die".

Whoa-whoa-oh,
yes, I must go
where brave men die

As he went out of the plane
into the stormy night
I saw the young trooper
in a burst of fiery light

As he fell through the night,
his chute all in flame
A smile on his lips,
he cried out his girl's name.

We found the young trooper
No longer will he be sore
From the great iron bird,
he'll jump no more.

His face was pale,
as pure as milk
And we wrapped
him 'round
in parachute silk.

Whoa-whoa-oh,
yes, we wrapped him 'round
in parachute silk

So all ye young maidens,
come listen to me,
never love a paratrooper
You'll never be free.

For some dark night
when he falls through the sky
His chute will not open:
your love will die

Whoa-whoa-oh,
his chute will not open:
your love will die.



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