Song parody of
The Troopie
by John Edmond
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Torn by the thorns
Burnt by the Sun
Footsore and weary
A job to be done
Suffering cold
Danger and thirst
No thought of himself
His country comes first
The troopie, the troopie
The pride of the land
His image was carved
By an old sculptor's hand
Preachers and poets
Have all paid respect
And the nation will too
If they never forget
His statue was placed
On such holy ground
With comrades in arms
All gathered around
All were so proud
But one of them cried
For the troopie looked just
Like a friend who had died
The troopie, the troopie
The pride of the land
His image was carved
By an old sculptor's hand
Preachers and poets
Have all paid respect
And the nation will too
If they never forget
The troopie stand tall
His battle is won
His eyes ever forward
Through rain, wind and sun
The face of the boy
Who can fight like a lion
A legend to last
Through the eons of time
The troopie, the troopie
The pride of the land
His image was carved
By an old sculptor's hand
Preachers and poets
Have all paid respect
And the nation will too
If they never forget
The troopie, the troopie
The pride of the land
His image was carved
By an old sculptor's hand
Preachers and poets
Have all paid respect
And the nation will too
If they never forget
The troopie, the troopie
The pride of the land
His image was carved
By an old sculptor's hand
Preachers and poets
Have all paid respect
Torn by the thorns
Burnt by the Sun
Footsore and weary
A job to be done
Suffering cold
Danger and thirst
No thought of himself
His country comes first
The troopie, the troopie
The pride of the land
His image was carved
By an old sculptor's hand
Preachers and poets
Have all paid respect
And the nation will too
If they never forget
His statue was placed
On such holy ground
With comrades in arms
All gathered around
All were so proud
But one of them cried
For the troopie looked just
Like a friend who had died
The troopie, the troopie
The pride of the land
His image was carved
By an old sculptor's hand
Preachers and poets
Have all paid respect
And the nation will too
If they never forget
The troopie stand tall
His battle is won
His eyes ever forward
Through rain, wind and sun
The face of the boy
Who can fight like a lion
A legend to last
Through the eons of time
The troopie, the troopie
The pride of the land
His image was carved
By an old sculptor's hand
Preachers and poets
Have all paid respect
And the nation will too
If they never forget
The troopie, the troopie
The pride of the land
His image was carved
By an old sculptor's hand
Preachers and poets
Have all paid respect
And the nation will too
If they never forget
The troopie, the troopie
The pride of the land
His image was carved
By an old sculptor's hand
Preachers and poets
Have all paid respect
