Boomas to right of them,
Boomas to left of them,
Boomas in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the squig hundred.
Flashed all their choppas bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gitz there,
Charging an army, waaagh!
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Vostroyan and Valhallan
Reeled from the choppa stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the squig hundred.
