Charge of the Realms Brigade
By Cyneheard the Atheling
Half a turn, half a turn
Half a turn onward
All in the valley of Ditch
Marched the twenty musket
"Forward, the Realms Brigade!"
"Charge for the cuirs!" he said:
Into the valley of Ditch
Marched the twenty* musket**
"Forward, the Realms Brigade!"
Was there a lurker dismay'd?
Not tho' the draftee knew
Someone had dogpil'd
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die
Into the valley of Ditch
Marched the twenty musket
Cannon to right of them,
Cuirs to left of them,
Rifles in front of them
Stack'd and spy-sab'd;
Storm'd at with shot and saber;
Boldly they 'pult'd and well,
Into the jaws of Ditch
Into the Gauntlet and Brick
Marched the twenty musket
Flash'd all their siegers bare
Flash'd as they saw despair
'Pulting the cuir'ers there,
Charging an army while
All the CivFr wonder'd:
Plunged in the rocky smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cuir and Rifle
Reel'd from the suicide stroke
Damag'd then heal'd
Then they counterattacked, but not
Not the twenty musket
Cannon to right of them,
Cuirs to left of them,
Rifles behind them
Stack'd and pillag'd;
Storm'd at with shot and rock
While musket and catapult fell,
They that had REX'd so well
Came thro' the jaws of Ditch
Back from the Gauntlet and Brick
All that was left of them,
Left of twenty musket
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the CivFr wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Realms Brigade,
Noble twenty musket
*Twenty +/- 3.5. Catapults don't march.
**Some muskets traded their guns for spiked chains or horses.
By Cyneheard the Atheling
Half a turn, half a turn
Half a turn onward
All in the valley of Ditch
Marched the twenty musket
"Forward, the Realms Brigade!"
"Charge for the cuirs!" he said:
Into the valley of Ditch
Marched the twenty* musket**
"Forward, the Realms Brigade!"
Was there a lurker dismay'd?
Not tho' the draftee knew
Someone had dogpil'd
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die
Into the valley of Ditch
Marched the twenty musket
Cannon to right of them,
Cuirs to left of them,
Rifles in front of them
Stack'd and spy-sab'd;
Storm'd at with shot and saber;
Boldly they 'pult'd and well,
Into the jaws of Ditch
Into the Gauntlet and Brick
Marched the twenty musket
Flash'd all their siegers bare
Flash'd as they saw despair
'Pulting the cuir'ers there,
Charging an army while
All the CivFr wonder'd:
Plunged in the rocky smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cuir and Rifle
Reel'd from the suicide stroke
Damag'd then heal'd
Then they counterattacked, but not
Not the twenty musket
Cannon to right of them,
Cuirs to left of them,
Rifles behind them
Stack'd and pillag'd;
Storm'd at with shot and rock
While musket and catapult fell,
They that had REX'd so well
Came thro' the jaws of Ditch
Back from the Gauntlet and Brick
All that was left of them,
Left of twenty musket
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the CivFr wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Realms Brigade,
Noble twenty musket
*Twenty +/- 3.5. Catapults don't march.
**Some muskets traded their guns for spiked chains or horses.