VICTORY PARADE POEM

 by "Patrizia Gargiulo"

based on Tennyson's Charge of the Light Brigade.

Half a union, half a union,
Half a union onward,
All in the Valley of Telstra ,
Mauled the fif-teen,
Forward, the Heavy Brigade!
Charge for the try! he said:
Into the Valley of Telstra
Rode the fif-teen.

Forward, the Heavy Brigade!
Was there a man dismay'd?
No tho' the hooker knew,
Some one had blunder'd:
(‘Twas probably an Aussie),
Theirs but to do or die;
Into the Valley of Telstra
Rode the fif-teen.

Cohen to right of them,
Robinson to left of them,
Leonard in front of them
Drop kicked and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shout and swear,
Boldly they played and well,
Into the Jaws of the Aussie crowd
Rode the fif-teen.

Flash'd all their prowess bare,
Sab'ring the forwards there,
Charging an opposition,
While all the world wonder'd;
Plung'd in the media hostility,
Right thro' the line they broke,
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the Wallaby.

Hill to right of them,
Back to left of them,
Lewsey behind them
Drop kicked and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shout and swear,
Boldly they played and well,
Into the Jaws of the Aussie crowd
Rode the fif-teen

When shall their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd;
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Heavy Brigade!
Honour the Heavy Brigade!
Noble fif-teen!

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