A
An Tarbh
Guest
Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Spam
Spammed the six hundred:
'Forward, the Spam Brigade!
Post with the spam!' he said:
Into the valley of Spam
Spammed the six hundred.
'Forward, the Spam Brigade!'
Was there a mod dismayed?
Not though the admin knew
Someone had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die,
Into the valley of Spam
Spammed the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Neg repped and warned
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they spammed and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Spammed the six hundred.
Trashed all their posts were,
Trashed as they turned in air
Searhing the forums there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the warning-stroke,
Shattered and sundered.
Then they spammed back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Neg repped and warned;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While spam and post fell,
They that had spammed so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild spam they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the spam they made!
Honour the Spam Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Spam
Spammed the six hundred:
'Forward, the Spam Brigade!
Post with the spam!' he said:
Into the valley of Spam
Spammed the six hundred.
'Forward, the Spam Brigade!'
Was there a mod dismayed?
Not though the admin knew
Someone had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die,
Into the valley of Spam
Spammed the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Neg repped and warned
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they spammed and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Spammed the six hundred.
Trashed all their posts were,
Trashed as they turned in air
Searhing the forums there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the warning-stroke,
Shattered and sundered.
Then they spammed back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Neg repped and warned;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While spam and post fell,
They that had spammed so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild spam they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the spam they made!
Honour the Spam Brigade,
Noble six hundred!