Theirs not to reason what the fuck, Theirs but to shoot and duck: Niggers to the right of them Niggers to the left of them, Niggers in front of them Partied and blundered Bumrush’d at caps and hollow point shell While hooptie and hoodlum fell They that had banged so well Came thro’ the jaws of Death Back from the ho’s of Hell, All that was left of them Left of the Olde English Eight Hundred.
