The Charge of the Light Brigade
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- Half a league, half a league,
- Half a league onward,
- All in the valley of Death
- Rode the six hundred.
- "Charge," was the captain's cry;
- Their's not to reason why,
- Their's not to make reply,
- Their's but to do and die,
- Into the valley of Death
- Rode the six hundred.
- Cannon to right of them,
- Cannon to left of them,
- Cannon in front of them
- Volley'd and thunder'd;
- Storm'd at with shot and shell,
- Boldly they rode and well;
- Into the jaws of Death,
- Into the mouth of Hell,
- Rode the six hundred.
- Flash'd all their sabres bare,
- Flash'd all at once in air,
- Sabring the gunners there,
- Charging an army, while
- All the world wonder'd:
- Plunged in the battery-smoke
- Fiercely the line they broke;
- Strong was the sabre-stroke;
- Making an army reel
- Shaken and sunder'd.
- Then they rode back, but not,
- Not the six hundred.
- Cannon to right of them,
- Cannon to left of them,
- Cannon behind them
- Volley'd and thunder'd;
- Storm'd at with shot and shell,
- They that had struck so well
- Rode thro' the jaws of Death,
- Half a league back again,
- Up from the mouth of Hell,
- All that was left of them,
- Left of six hundred.
- Honour the brave and bold!
- Long shall the tale be told,
- Yea, when our babes are old—
- How they rode onward.
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