Paratroopers' Song
[tune of "The New Infantry March"]
Oh, it used to be the infantry
Did nothing but march all day:
These dusty guys, with mud in their eyes
Went slogging along their way.
But times have changed,
And now we range
The sea and the sky of blue;
We fly a bit and then we hit
The silk of a parachute, Oh --
Airborne we fly the sky,
Paratroopers, do or die.
Ski troops like the wind we go --
We're sons of guns, we're sons of guns,
We wont take "no" for an answer.
Can't stop those paratroops
Hurtling down into the fray.
Oh it's not the way it used to be --
A bigger and better Infantry
Comes in by air today!!
Airborne we fly the sky,
Paratroopers, do or die.
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