Half a yard, half a yard, half a yard onward

Out of the 'Rose And Crown' all the six blundered

"Forward the Tight Brigade" "Time please," the barman said

Would they awake the town? All the police wondered.

"Forward the Tight Brigade," was there a man dismayed?

No, though each toper knew his footsteps blundered

No use to make reply to landlord's parting cry

Their's but to walk or try — but into the gutter there

All the six blundered.

Lampposts to right of them, lampposts to left of them

Lampposts in front of them wobbled and sundered

Scared by a tramcar bell, boldly they walked till — well

They met a motor-bus, then down again they fell

While the bus thundered.

Flashed all their arms in air, gripping the railings there

While passers turned to stare — all the world wondered

Who can their story tell? when they let go they fell

And as for language — well, someone had blundered.

Up came a foolish chap — talked of the evil tap

Wicked horses — sinful nap — oh, how he blundered

Wished he'd kept quiet, instead, as he got a knock on the head

And wished that he were dead — shattered and sundered.

Then turned the six and ran — that's where the fun began

Spirals made every man, as onward they blundered

Policemen to right of them, policemen to left of them

Policemen in front of them, rushed up and wondered.

Took them to prison cell — they who had tried so well

Picked them up as they fell, as they all blundered

Next day, in Court displayed — oh, the wild charge they made

"D and D" — and twenty-one days — and then they wondered.