I
Half a Grid, half a Grid,
Half a Grid onward,
All in the valley of Canyon
Clawed the Six hundred.
“Forward, the Crab Brigade!
Charge for the LRMS!” he said.
Into the valley of Canyon
Clawed the six hundred.

II
“Forward, the Crab Brigade!”
Was there a Claw Closed?
Not though the Pilots knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Canyon
Clawed the six hundred.

III
Lasers to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Missles in front of them
Wubbed and Dakka’d;
LRM’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they Scuttled and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Clawed the six hundred.

IV
Flashed all their Claw open,
Flashed as Overrided Rode Bare
Pulsing the gunners there,
Legging an army, while
All the sphere wondered.
Plunged in Artillery-Red-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cataphract and Roughneck
Smoking from Pulse stroke
Legged and Smolder.
Then they Clawed back, but not
Not the six hundred.

V
Laser to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Missles behind them
Wubbed and Dakka’d;
LRM’s at with shot and shell,
While Mech Twisted and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the Drop From hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

VI
When can their glory fade?
O the Crabs charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Crab Brigade,
Noble six hundred!