They were met by bombs and bullets,
Heard the Bulgars in their trenches,
Heard them crying: “Come on, Johnny,
Come on, come on, English Johnny.”
And three times the Royal Dudshires
Swept upon the Bulgar trenches,
Every time the line was thinner,
Every time its heart was steadfast.
And the third time Tiadatha,
With a little band behind him,