Torn by the thorns
Burnt by the Sun
Footsore and weary
A job to be done

Suffering cold
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 stand tall
His battle is won
His eyes ever forward
Through rain, wind and sun

The face of the 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