Alfred Lord Tennyson
| Half league, half a league Half a league onward All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred 'Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns ! he said Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred 'Forward,the Light Brigade !' was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Someone had blunder'd Theirs not to make reply Their's not to reason why 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 When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made ! All the world wondered Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade Noble six hundred ! |
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