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“SONG OF THE PARATROOPER!”

VERSE 1
In Henry’s day the battle fray
Was fought with pike and long bow,
And victory was won by he
Who drew the straigthtest strongbow.
I’ll start my fight with a harness tight,
And a chute packed neat and sure,
And jump to Hell at the Devil’s yell
Through an aircraft’s aperture.

VERSE 2
The nights were bright. with tavern’s lights,
And loud with laughter ringing.
Landlords’ wenches, dance, and dice,
And rowdy raucous singing.
I’ll stake my chance on a Devil’s dance,
With “D” rings as my daughters,
And seek my fun with a tommy gun
And heavy duty mortars

VERSE 3
From Plymouth Sound due westward bound
Those oaken frigates wallowed
Up salty green hill. down salty green dale,
While the wheeling seagul1s followed.
I’ll sail my sky ‘neath a canopy
Brisk breezes notwithstanding
And scorn to cuss a sudden gust,
And an awkward backward landing.

VERSE 4
In days of yore men went to war
On horseback, clad in steel,
Or laid along fully fifty strong
A Norse invader’s keel.
On an airborne ship I’ll make my trip,
With the engines’ steady roar,
Hooked-up strop, then a silk held drop
Five hundred feet or more.

VERSE 5
All I ask is the stoutest task
And a high wide sky above me
And nine good men for a stick of ten,
And the girl at home to love me
And a clean jump through, and a landing true,
And this the vow I’ve made
I’ll fight, I’ll fly, I’ll jump, I’ll die
With a Parachute Brigade,

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Last Update 28th August 2011