Half a brain half a brain,
Half a brain between them,
All in the valley of Yarm
Rode the seven hunted:
"Forward, the Invasion Brigade!
Charge for the pubs" he said:
Into the valley of Yarm
Rode the seven hunted.
"Forward, the Invasion Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay"d ?
Not tho" the dealer knew
Some one had blunder"d:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but raise, call or die,
Into the valley of Yarm
Rode the seven hunted.
Dawn to right of them,
Rodders to left of them,
Technolog in front of them
Duke & Wee man thunder"d;
Paulie at the bar and JP ringing the bell,
Boldly they drank and well,
Into the slops of Death,
Into the shots from Hell
Rode the seven hunted.
Flush"d all their cards bare,
Flush"d as they turn"d nowhere
Raising the eejits there,
Charging a casino while
All the world wonder"d:
Plunged in the cigarette-smoke
Right thro" the line they broke;
The Stockton Massive
Reel"d from the master-stroke,
Shatter"d & sunder"d.
Then they sat back, but not
Not the seven hunted.
Dawn to right of them,
Rodders to left of them,
Technolog in front of them
Duke & Wee man thunder"d;
Paulie at the bar and JP ringing the bell,
While one or two of them fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro" the jaws of Yarm,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of seven hunted.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild plays they made!
All the world wonder"d.
Honour the trip they made!
Honour the Invasion Brigade,
Noble seven hunted!
