The Charge of the Cross
Brigade.
With apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson and,
The Charge of the Light
Brigade)
Half a lap, half a lap, half a
lap onward,
All round the Portage Park raced
the Cross Riders.
“Forward the Cross
Brigade!
“Charge for the line.” they
said.
All round the Portage Park raced the Cross Riders.
Cowbells to right of them,
cowbells to left of them,
Cowbells in front of them jingled and
jangled.
There’s not to reason why,
There’s not to
quit and cry,
There’s but to do or die.
Noble bike racers
Through the mud bog they splashed, slipping, and sliding.
Some of them even crashed,
recklessly riding.
Cowbells to right of them, cowbells to left of them,
Cowbells in front of them
jingled and jangled.
Oliver made a
break,
Everyone
chased him.
They wouldn’t let
him go,
As he began to slow,
Quickly they
caught him.
Cowbells to right of them, cowbells to left of them,
Cowbells in front of them
jingled and jangled.
Three of them led the way, oh
what a glorious day!
On foot up hill they raced
shoulder to shoulder
Where is the Wiley one? “Left in the dust.” they
say.
“He’ll never catch us now,
He’s
getting older!”
Cowbells to right of them, cowbells to left of them,
Cowbells in front of them
jingled and jangled.
Bravely they rode, and well,
Until the last
lap bell
Solemnly sounded.
Over
the gravel they skid and they rattle,
Who’ll be the winner of this bloody
battle?
Cowbells to right of the,
cowbells to left of them,
Cowbells in front of them jingled and
jangled.
Down off the hill they
raced, onto the gravel,
Round the last corner and
sprint like the Devil
Willem was first by three
lengths it was reckoned.
Chris on his damaged bike made
a brave second.
Oliver came in third, gallantly trying.
Here comes the Wiley One,
looks like he’s dying!
Cowbells to right of them,
cowbells to left of them,
Cowbells in front of them
jingled and jangled.
When can there
glory fade?
Oh the wild sprint
they made
All the world
wondered
Honour the
Cross Brigade
Gallant
bike riders!
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