Don't take our Charlie for the Army,
He's a sensitive lad,
And like his dad
His heart is far from strong,
He couldn't do route marches,
On account of his fallen arches
And his asthma's something terrible
When the winter comes along,
He's a nice boy - one of the best,
But when he gets a cold on his chest
He coughs until he nearly drives us barmy,
So nightie-night — close the door,
Go back to the barracks and think some more
Before you take our Charlie for the Army.