Trooper's Lament

Come all ye young maidens
 And hear my sad tale
 'Bout a brave young trooper, who's chute did failed
 As he went up into 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