A hundred different times he has stood upon the square,
Dressed in Ceremonials, a Soldier beyond compare,
He first put on the Uniform in the service of the realm,
When Elizabeths’ father George, had held the nations helm.
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He took his part proudly in occasions of State,
As they buried old Soldiers, or as Royalty took a mate,
Now twenty years of service comes proudly to it’s close.
As her Majesty approaches, and gently strokes his nose.

A cheer comes from the regiment as he passes down the line,
And is led away slowly to the strains of “Auld Lang Syne”,
For a life time of Service given freely that now has run it’s course,
We thank our brother Soldier, the indomitable “old warhorse”.