We must have spoken far too soon;

I think we may have jumped the gun

When we waved patriotic flags

And romped around in blokey fun.

 

We thought that Bakhmut had caved in;

We thought that we would run the place,

But now it seems that victory

May bounce right back into our face.

 

We have lost thousands of our men,

Who we knew were expendable;

But we thought our intelligence

Was more or less dependable.

 

They told us we could take the town

By mounting one last big attack.

But we are threatened on all sides;

The bastards have been fighting back!