(Dargai, October 20, 1897) <br /> <br />Whos for the Gathering, who's for the Fair? <br />(Gay goes the Gordon to a fight) <br />The bravest of the brave are at deadlock there, <br />(Highlanders! march! by the right!) <br />There are bullets by the hundred buzzing in the air, <br />There are bonny lads lying on the hillside bare; <br />But the Gordons know what the Gordons dare <br />When they hear the pipers playing! <br /> <br />The happiest English heart today <br />(Gay goes the Gordon to a fight) <br />Is the heart of the Colonel, hide it as he may; <br />(Steady there! steady on the right!) <br />He sees his work and he sees his way, <br />He knows his time and the word to say, <br />And he's thinking of the tune that the Gordons play <br />When he sets the pipers playing. <br /> <br />Rising, roaring, rushing like the tide, <br />(Gay goes the Gordon to a fight) <br />They're up through the fire-zone, not be be denied; <br />(Bayonets! and charge! by the right!) <br />Thirty bullets straight where the rest went wide, <br />And thirty lads are lying on the bare hillside; <br />But they passed in the hour of the Gordons' pride, <br />To the skirl of the pipers' playing.<br /><br />Sir Henry Newbolt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gay-gordons/
