Thanks Alfie'
Forward, the Gillard Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the pollie knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the Labour hundred.
3.
Liberals to right of them,
Greenies to left of them,
Commies in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with 24 hour media,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the Labour hundred.
4.
Flash'd all their teeth bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the uncommited there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Commie and Greenie
Reel'd from the satire stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the Labour hundred.
5.
Liberals to right of them,
Greenies to left of them,
Commies behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with Truth and tell,
While Rudd and Garret fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of Gillards hundred.
