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