I am an old Soldier with hair iron grey,MY mem'ry's not bad tho' I'm sixty today;
Or else sixty two; I can't be sixty four,
Well, maybe I am, but I'm not a day more.
I can reckon it out, I was born in dear me!
Why at that rate I must be turned seventythree.
Dear me, this confusion it makes me upset,
Why I'm eighty I think I forget I forget!
Only loved once, 'twas a girl called Elaine,
Elaine or Priscilla, no! perhaps it was jane
However, one evening my brain in a whirl,
I went to her father and asked for the girl.
Said he'Which girl is it? for I possess three,'
I said 'Gladys Maud is the best girl for me.
Now did he consent in a tone of regret,
Or say 'Take the three?' I forget I for
I first joined the Army in seventeen ten,
No, that can't be right for I wasn't born the
'Twas eighteen six three, wrong again, it was No, that's somebody's telephone number I'
They asked me what regiment I'd like to che
Would I join the Hussars? I said'No, the Who's.'
'Twas with General Buller we captured De Wet
Or did lie catch us? I forget,
Ah! well! I
suppose that I get very old, And I'm not so much use in the Army I'm told,
So I just jog along as the days come and go, And wait for the call that is coming I know,
When the final halt Comes, and I hear
the last call, That comes from the Greatest Commander of all, Then whatever there is in the past to regret,
I shall hand up my sword and just hope He'll forget.
