Torn by the thorns, burned by the sun
Footsore and weary, a job to be done
Suffering cold and 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 stands tall his battle is won
His eyes ever forward through rain, wind and sun
The face of a 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