‘“And only that grumbler, Bob Harris, remarked that we stood one to
ten:
‘Ye fool,’ says Mick Grady, ‘just tell ’em they know to compliment
men!’
And I sang out your old words: ‘If the opposite side isn’t God’s,
Heigh! after you’ve counted a dozen, the pluckiest lads have the
odds.’
Ping-ping flew the enemies’ pepper: the Colonel roared, Forward, and
we
Went at them. ’Twas first like a blanket: and then a long plunge in
the sea.