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