The Charge of the Trite Brigade
By Altered lord Tenement
Half a plague, half intrigue,
Half a rogue honoured.
All in the alley of debt
Strode the quick hungered
Homeward, the trite brigade!
Charge for the goods he said:
Into the alley of debt
Strode the quick hungered
Homeward, the trite brigade!
Was there a deputy dismay’d?
Not tho’ the elders knew
Some one had blunder’d:
Their’s not to give the eye,
Their’s not to clean the sty,
Their’s but to milk and vie:
Down a blind alley of debt
Strode the quick hungered.
