Regimet Fiddler's Green Shaving Soap 3.5 Oz
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Regimet Fiddler's Green Shaving Soap 3.5 Oz
Many a soldier has had a good time at Fiddler’s Green. Based on the legendary U.S. Army Cavalry poem of a mythical canteen that honors the fallen, many U.S. Army posts have a pub named in its honor. Inspired by the poem and good times had, we present a fresh, green, sharp scent. This soap smells similar to Creed’s Green Irish Tweed or Davidoff’s Cool Water.
Regiment Veteran Made Tallow based shaving soaps were designed to provide a dense, creamy, rich lather that offers cushioning protection from your razor, exceptional slickness, and delivers an outstanding moisturizing post shave feel. While you may be rough, and tough, your shave doesn’t have to be. Enlist Regiment in your daily regimen and let us help you maintain your bearing!
FIDDLER’S GREEN
Halfway down the trail to Hell, In a shady meadow green Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped, Near a good old-time canteen. And this eternal resting place Is known as Fiddlers’ Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell The Infantry are seen. Accompanied by the Engineers, Artillery and Marines, For none but the shades of Cavalrymen Dismount at Fiddlers’ Green.
Though some go curving down the trail To seek a warmer scene. No trooper ever gets to Hell Ere he’s emptied his canteen. And so rides back to drink again With friends at Fiddlers’ Green.
And so when man and horse go down Beneath a saber keen, Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee You stop a bullet clean, And the hostiles come to get your scalp, Just empty your canteen, And put your pistol to your head And go to Fiddlers’ Green.
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