Mules behind them
Pawed, neighed and thundered,
Followed by hoof and head,
Full many a here fled
Fain in the last ditch dead
Back from an ass's jaw,
All that was left of them
Left by the the two hundred,
When can there glory fade?
Oh the wild charge the made!
All the world wondered
Honor the charge they made
Honor the Mule Brigade
Long eared two hundred.
Down with the Gamblers.
Down with the Gamblers! wherever they are,
From the Rowdies Saloon to the Gamboliers Star,
The tempter to crime is as foul a fiend
As these whose crimes on the gallows may end!
The syrens sweet voice and the ruffians rough tone
Are mingling together for ruin alone.
Break down the partition of wealth and of birth,
And both are but devils in hell on this earth.
Down with the Gamblers! the sharks of life's sea,
Are opening their jaws for the seizure of prey,
Each prize that they grasp opes a fountain of tears,
For homes that were blest through the bliss giving years,