Reggie, Kevin, Charlie & Ron

Reggie and Kevin and Charlie and Ron,
Learned to be soldiers and to fight with a gun.
They joined up together and trained as a team,
With their uniforms pressed and their boots all agleam.

They fought in the Falklands and then in Iraq,
They protected each other in every attack.
Then all left the Army in two thousand and one,
That’s Reggie and Kevin and Charlie and Ron.

They all lived in London, in Harrow and Hayes,
They worked as a team all of their working days,
Then took turns to pay for the beers in the Swan,
First Reggie, then Kevin, then Charlie, then Ron.

They were still bestest mates after all of those years,
When they shared life together with laughter and tears,
All attended the wedding of Kevin’s first son,
That’s Reggie and Kevin and Charlie and Ron.

In their later years they still met once a week,
But their drinking was slower than it was at their peak.
Then they all passed away, not at once, one by one,
First Reggie, then Kevin, then Charlie, then Ron.

They are often remembered by their old Army mates,
Who tell lots of jokes amongst heated debates.
Then drink many beers to old friends who have gone,
Like Reggie and Kevin and Charlie and Ron.