Half a mile, half a mile, <br />Half a mile onward, <br />Right through the Georgia troops <br />Broke the two hundred. <br />'Forward the Mule Brigade! <br />Charge for the Rebs,' they neighed. <br />Straight for the Georgia troops <br />Broke the two hundred. <br /> <br />'Forward the Mule Brigade!' <br />Was there a mule dismayed? <br />Not when their long ears felt <br />All their ropes sundered. <br />Theirs not to make reply, <br />Theirs not to reason why, <br />Theirs but to make Rebs fly. <br />On! to the Georgia troops <br />Broke the two hundred. <br /> <br />Mules to the right of them, <br />Mules to the left of them, <br />Mules behind them <br />Pawed, neighed, and thundered. <br />Breaking their own confines <br />Breaking through Longstreet's lines <br />Into the Georgia troops <br />Stormed the two hundred. <br /> <br />Wild all their eyes did glare, <br />Whisked all their tails in air <br />Scattering the chivalry there, <br />While all the world wondered. <br />Not a mule back bestraddled, <br />Yet how they all skedaddled - <br />Fled every Georgian, <br />Unsabred, unsaddled, <br />Scattered and sundered! <br />How they were routed there <br />By the two hundred! <br /> <br />Mules to the right of them, <br />Mules to the left of them, <br />Mules behind them <br />Pawed, neighed, and thundered; <br />Followed by hoof and head <br />Full many a hero fled, <br />Fain in the last ditch dead, <br />Back from an ass's jaw <br />All that was left of them, - <br />Left by the two hundred. <br /> <br />When can their glory fade? <br />Oh, what a wild charge they made! <br />All the world wondered. <br />Honor the charge they made! <br />Honor the Mule Brigade, <br />Long-eared two hundred!<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-charge-of-the-mule-brigade/
