Half a mile, half a mile,

Half a mile onward,

All in the valley of Death

Ran the two hundred.

'Forward, the Janathoners!

Run for your life!' she said:

Into the valley of Death

Ran the two hundred.

 

'Forward, the Janathoners!'

Was there a person dismay'd?

Not tho' the runner knew

Cathy had blunder'd:

Theirs not to moan and whinge

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs just to run and try:

Into the valley of Death

Ran the two hundred.

 

Rain to the right of them,

Rain to the left of them,

Rain in front of them

Lightning and thunder'd;

Lash'd at with snow and hail,

Boldly they ran and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of Hell,

Ran the two hundred.

 

Flash'd all their trainers bare,

Flash'd as they whizz'd through the air

Joining with runners everywhere,

Charging the streets, while

All the world wonder'd:

Plunged down the wooded lane

Jogging through the early pain;

Walkers and cyclists

Reel'd from the moving insane

Shatter'd and knacker'd.

Then they ran back, but not

Not the two hundred.

 

Rain to the right of them,

Rain to the left of them,

Rain behind them

Lightning and thunder'd;

Lash'd at with snow and hail,

While some of the heroes fell,

They that had run so well

Came thro' the jaws of Death

Back from the mouth of Hell,

All that was left of them,

Left of the two hundred.

 

When can their glory fade?

O the crazy running they made!

All the world wonder'd.

Honour the group of runners!

Honour the Janathoners.

Noble two hundred!

Today's mileage = 3.39

Total Janathon mileage = 70.58