Despite fatigue, despite fatigue
despite fatigue onward,
All up the hill of Truth
drove the six thousand.
"Forward, the Right Brigade!
Charge for our Trump!" he said
Up the Hill of Truth
drove the six thousand

“Forward, the Right Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the fascists knew
   Someone had blundered.
   Theirs not to make reply,
   Theirs not to reason why,
   Theirs but to do and die.
   Up the hill of Truth
   Drove the six thousand.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Truth,
Into the mouth of hell
   Drove the three thousand.

Flashed all their Trump flags bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Dieing by dozens there,
Charging an army, while
   All the world wondered.
Plunged into the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Red necks and bigots
Reeled in the cannon smoke
   Shattered and sundered.
Then they drove back, but not
   Not the six thousand.

Marines to right of them,
Army to left of them,
The Guard behind them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While Chevys and heros fell.
They that had charged so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
   Left were six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
   All the world wondered.
What was the charge they made!
What was the right Brigade,
   Trump's idiots!



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