Airborne "Glory,Glory" cadence (My favorite)

Is everybody happy
Said the sergeant looking up
Our hero feebly answered "Yes"
And then they hooked him up,
He jumped into the slipstream,
And he twisted twenty times,
And he ain't going to jump no more.
Chorus:
|: Glory glory what a hell of a way to die,
Glory glory what a hell of a way to die,
And he ain't going to jump no more.
2. He counted loud, he counted long
And waited for the shock
He felt the wind, he felt the air,
He felt that awful drop,
He pulled his lines, the silk came down
And wrapped around his legs
And he ain't going to jump no more.
Chorus:

3. The days he lived and loved and laughed
Kept running through his mind
He thought about the medics
And wondered what they would find,
He thought about the girl back home,
The one he left behind.
And he ain't going to jump no more.
Chorus:

4. The lines all wrapped around his neck,
The D rings broke his dome,
His lift webs wrapped themselves
In knots around each skinny bone,
His canopy became his shroud
As he hurtled to the ground ,
And he ain't going to jump no more.
Chorus:
5. The ambulance was on the spot,
The jeeps were running wild,
The medics, they clapped their hands
And rolled their sleeves and smiled,
For it had been a week or more,
Since last a chute had failed,
And he ain't going to jump no more.
Chorus:

6. He hit the ground, the sound was "splat",
The blood went spurting high,
His pals were heard to say
Oh what a lovely way to die,
They rolled him up still in his chute,
And poured him from his boots,
And he ain't going to jump no more.
Chorus:

7. There was blood upon his lift webs,
There was blood upon his chute,
Blood that came a trickling
From his paratrooper boots,
And there he lay like jelly
In the welter of his gore,
And he ain't going to jump no more.
Chorus:
 
Good song.
I'm not shure but i think it went more like this.
Blood on the Risers said:
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
You ain't gonna jump no more.

Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

"Is everybody happy?" cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
 
Ok my brother and I got in an argument after watching Band of Brothers (the brother in college, not the Army).

Is it:

Gory gory what a helluva way to die

OR

Glory glory what a helluva way to die

Gory or Glory???
 
Is everybody happy!" cried the sergeant looking up, Our HERO meekly answered, "Yes" and then they stood him up. He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

He counted loud he counted long he waited for the shock. He felt the wind he felt the cold, he felt that awful drop. The silk from his reserve fell out and wrapped about his legs,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome, suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones. His canopy became a shroud as he hurtled to the ground,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind, He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind. He thought about the Medics and he wondered what they'd find,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

The ambulance was on the spot and jeeps were running wild, The Medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled. For it had been a week or so since last a chute had failed,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

He hit the ground the sound of "SPLAT!" The blood went spurting high, His comrades were heard to say: "What a helluva way to die!" He lay there rolling around in all the welter of his gore,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

There was blood upon the risers, there was brains upon his chute, Intestines were a-danglin' from his Paratrooper's suite. They poured him from his helmet and poured him from his boots,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!!!


our SGT Airborne made us sing this on the way to the airfield during Jump week :lol: :lol:
 
I've heard the chorus done this way:
Glory, Glory, what a helluva way to die
With a rifle on your back while you're fallin' through the sky!
Glory, Glory, what a helluva way to die
'Cause he ain't gonna jump no more(NO SIR!)
 
silent driller said:
I've heard the chorus done this way:
Glory, Glory, what a helluva way to die
With a rifle on your back while you're fallin' through the sky!
Glory, Glory, what a helluva way to die
'Cause he ain't gonna jump no more(NO SIR!)

LOL

My cadets sung that version so many times at a training weekend I had it stuck in my head for a week.... Good Times
 
This is the Original version, I qualified Airborne in 1973 and we sung it this way for years. The title is" :Blood Upon The Risers"

He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
You ain't gonna jump no more.

Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a h**l of a way to die.
Gory, gory, what a h**l of a way to die.
Gory, gory, what a h**l of a way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

"Is everybody happy?" cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medics and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper boots.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
 
My Sergeant Major jumped from 40 thousand feet
My Sergeant Major jumped from 40 thousand feet
My Sergeant Major jumped from 40 thousand feet
and He aint gonna jump no more

(And the Lord Said)
Glory, Glory What a hell of a way to die
with a rifle up your a** and a bullet in your eye
Glory, Glory What a hell of a way to die
when your *things* hang down to your paratrooper boots

He was the last to leave the plane and the first to hit the ground
the first to hit the ground,
the first to hit the ground,
He was the last to leave the plane and the first to hit the ground
and he aint gonna jump no more.

(And the Private Said)
Chorus (Except with "Gory, Gory")

They Scraped him of the runway with a rusty bayonet,
a rusty bayonet,
a rusty bayonet
Oh they scraped him off the runway with a rusty bayonet,
And he aint gonna jump no more

(And the Sergeant Said)
Chorus(Same as the last)

They smeared him on an envelope and sent it off to mum,
sent it off to mum,
sent it off to mum
They smeared him on an envelope and sent it off to mum
and he aint gonna jump no more

(And the Warrant Said)
Chorus(Same as the last)

She didnt want it so she sent it back to us,
sent it back to us,
Oh she sent it back to us
She didnt want it so she sent it back to us,
and he aint gonna jump no more

(And the Captain said)
Chorus(Same as the last)

The morale of the story is to neaver eat the soup (or trust the corporals)
neaver eat the soup,
neaver eat the soup
The morale of the story is to neaver eat the soup
and he aint gonna jump no more

Chorus(With the Glory Glory)
 
Man, not exactly humor in my book, but this verse had me ROFLMFAO:

Blood on the Risers said:
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Medic's humor. :lol:
 
Back in 1973 as a tower week instructor at Ft. Benning, we used to sing it as "Gory, Gory" as in the 2nd posting. I've heard that it's changed through the years, but that's the original version.
-Jammer 6
 
Anyone know this version?

1.
They flew the flying fortress up to 40,000 feet
They flew the flying fortress up to 40,000 feet
They flew the flying fortress up to 40,000 feet
AND HE AIN’T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

-Chorus-
(And the Lord said)
Glory, Glory, what a h*** of a way to die
With a rifle up your a**
And a bullet in your eye
Glory, Glory, what a heck of a way to die
WHEN YOUR *things* HANG LOWER THAN YOUR PARATROUPER BOOTS

2.

The corporal tied a slipknot in the sergeant’s parachute
The corporal tied a slipknot in the sergeant’s parachute
The corporal tied a slipknot in the sergeant’s parachute
AND HE AIN’T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

-Chorus-

3.
The sergeant was the last to jump, the first to hit the ground
The sergeant was the last to jump, the first to hit the ground
The sergeant was the last to jump, the first to hit the ground
AND HE AIN’T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

-Chorus-

4.
They scraped him off the runway with a rusty bayonet
They scraped him off the runway with a rusty bayonet
They scraped him off the runway with a rusty bayonet
AND HE AIN’T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

-Chrous-

5.
They put him in a paper bag (or match-box) and sent it to his mom
They put him in a paper bag (or match-box) and sent it to his mom
They put him in a paper bag (or match-box) and sent it to his mom
AND HE AIN’T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
-Chorus-

6.
His mom didn’t want him so she sent him to the mess
His mom didn’t want him so she sent him to the mess
His mom didn’t want him so she sent him to the mess
AND HE AIN’T GONNA JUMP NO MORE

-Chorus-

7.
The mess didn’t want him so they put him in the soup
The mess didn’t want him so they put him in the soup
The mess didn’t want him so they put him in the soup
AND HE AIN’T GONNA JUMP NO MORE

-Chorus-

8.
The moral of the story is to never eat the soup
The moral of the sotry is to never eat the soup
The moral of the story is to never eat the soup
AND HE AIN’T GONNA JUMP NO MORE

-Chorus-

9.
The moral of the moral is to always pack your chute
The moral of the moral is to always pack your chute
The moral of the moral is to always pack your chute
AND HE AINT’T GONNA JUMP NO MORE

-Chorus-
 
The way we were thought in Belgium was for the refrain:
"Glory glory what a helluva way to die
With a rifle up yer arse
and a bullet in yer eye.
Glory glory what a helluva way to die
When your balls hang
lower than your paratrooper boots!"


But then again, there might be more versions out there?
 
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