Summer 1961, Sussex
What a stupid situation
Twenty foot above the ground
But when I reach the bottom
I’m nearly half way round
It was Ronnie Hatchard said it
Hey boys lets have some fun
Go back to camp and do
The assault course run
Nobody had the senses
To say stupid idea
Just picked up his glass
And finished off his beer
And now it’s after midnight
And it’s cold and it’s dark
And what seemed like such fun
Now just aint much of a lark
There’s somebody up above me
And I think he feels the same
He’s steadily pouring curses on
Old Ronnie Hatchard’s name
My stomach’s feeling queasy
There’s a pounding in my head
Instead of hanging here
I should be in my bed
But I bet when we finish
There’ll be no beery stagger
Just a walk to the billet
Full of pride and swagger
With Old Ronnie Hatchard
Man of the day
Sure as night is night
Proudly leading the way
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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