The Charge of the BREXIT Brigade I 22 miles, 22 miles, Just a narrow channel All in the valley of Death Rode the sixty million. “Backward, the dreams of a nation Charge for the exit!” he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the sixty million. II “Forward, the Light Minded!” Was there a man dismayed? Not though the country knew Someone had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the sixty million. III Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode but poorly led, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of disaster Rode the sixty million. IV Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging away from a continent while All the world wondered. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right through the line they exited; French and German left behind Reeled from the economic collapse Shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not Not the sixty million Article 50 had doomed them V Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell. They that had fought so weakly Came through the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of hell, All that was left of them, Left of sixty million Only a few migrants VI When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honour the charge they made! Honour BREXIT?, Noble but foolish sixty million! [with apologies to Lord Tennyson and those brave souls who died for our country]