Come all ye young maidens
And hear my sad tale
âBout 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 âround in parachute silk
Whoa-whoa-oh, yes we wrapped him âround 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