High in the sky of war torn friends in the year of seventeen
There flew a brave young baron in a crimson flyin' machine
Its cunning flight and flashing guns brought many to the ground
But the will of all the cockade boys was to shoot the baron down
He flew a fokker triplane the terror of the skies
And hiding in the morning sun he took 'em by surprise
The stads and the camel tried to bring him down in flames
But many met their death in tryin' to play the baron's game
The hunter and the hunted was the game he liked to play
He knew some day he'd meet his match he knew some day he'd pay
The vickers sights on the Maltese cross someday would have to fall
The hunter becomes the hunted and destiny to call
One April morn o'er cappy town the Baron seeked his prey
He hunted down a camel t'was flown by Willie May
Then diving down from nowhere there came young Roy Brown
He fired a burst so straight and true and brought the Baron down
And now the Baron's fallen no more he roams the sky
But like his wish he met his fate the hunter not to die
So written in the annals of men born to fly
The baron died a hero's death in the battle of the skies
High in the sky of war torn friends in the year of seventeen
There flew a brave young baron in a crimson flyin' machine
Its cunning flight and flashing guns brought many to the ground
But the will of all the cockade boys was to shoot the baron down
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Dick Curless - Baron Lyrics
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High in the sky of war torn friends in the year of seventeen
There flew a brave young baron in a crimson flyin' machine
Its cunning flight and flashing guns brought many to the ground
But the will of all the cockade boys was to shoot the baron down
He flew a fokker triplane the terror of the skies
And hiding in the morning sun he took 'em by surprise
The stads and the camel tried to bring him down in flames
But many met their death in tryin' to play the baron's game
The hunter and the hunted was the game he liked to play
He knew some day he'd meet his match he knew some day he'd pay
The vickers sights on the Maltese cross someday would have to fall
The hunter becomes the hunted and destiny to call
One April morn o'er cappy town the Baron seeked his prey
He hunted down a camel t'was flown by Willie May
Then diving down from nowhere there came young Roy Brown
He fired a burst so straight and true and brought the Baron down
And now the Baron's fallen no more he roams the sky
But like his wish he met his fate the hunter not to die
So written in the annals of men born to fly
The baron died a hero's death in the battle of the skies
High in the sky of war torn friends in the year of seventeen
There flew a brave young baron in a crimson flyin' machine
Its cunning flight and flashing guns brought many to the ground
But the will of all the cockade boys was to shoot the baron down
There flew a brave young baron in a crimson flyin' machine
Its cunning flight and flashing guns brought many to the ground
But the will of all the cockade boys was to shoot the baron down
He flew a fokker triplane the terror of the skies
And hiding in the morning sun he took 'em by surprise
The stads and the camel tried to bring him down in flames
But many met their death in tryin' to play the baron's game
The hunter and the hunted was the game he liked to play
He knew some day he'd meet his match he knew some day he'd pay
The vickers sights on the Maltese cross someday would have to fall
The hunter becomes the hunted and destiny to call
One April morn o'er cappy town the Baron seeked his prey
He hunted down a camel t'was flown by Willie May
Then diving down from nowhere there came young Roy Brown
He fired a burst so straight and true and brought the Baron down
And now the Baron's fallen no more he roams the sky
But like his wish he met his fate the hunter not to die
So written in the annals of men born to fly
The baron died a hero's death in the battle of the skies
High in the sky of war torn friends in the year of seventeen
There flew a brave young baron in a crimson flyin' machine
Its cunning flight and flashing guns brought many to the ground
But the will of all the cockade boys was to shoot the baron down