When I was a kid about nine or ten, i can remember the now defunct Lincolnshire regiment (called the Poachers) marching in a parade to the strains of the Lincolnshire Poacher through Boston town centre, with their bayonets fixed. It was some sort of custom - they had the right to do it - because the regiment had been awarded the freedom of the town.

it was a wonderful sight. very exciting and inspiring for a little kid.