| A GRENADIER POEM |
| A Grenadier stood at the pearly gate, His face was scarred and old. He stood before the man of fate For admission to the fold. 'What have you done,' St Peter asked, 'To gain admission here?' 'I was in the Grenadier Guards,sir, he said, 'For many and many a year.' The pearly gate swung open wide As Peter touched the bell, 'Inside', he said. 'and choose your harp. you've had your share of hell.' So march on proudly past the rest, the Irish, Welsh and Scot. You are 'The First Of Foot' said he, The best that England's got. Take your place at God's right hand, and of Coldstreams never fear. You are the best in all the world, You British Grenadier. DEDICATED TO THE LATE Ex L/SGT P. TEMPERTON WHO SADLY PASSED AWAY ON 20th APRIL 2002 Thanks to Ex L/Sgt Gordon & Ex L/Cpl Gordon |
 |
 |
 |