Charge of the light brigade

• Half a 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 dismayed?
• Not though the soldier knew

  Someone had blundered.
• Theirs not to make reply,

  Theirs not to reason why,

  Theirs 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
• Volleyed and thundered;

  Stormed at with shot and shell,
• Boldly they rode and well,

  Into the jaws of Death,
• Into the mouth of hell

  Rode the six hundred.
• Flashed all their sabres bare,

  Flashed as they turned in air
• Sabring the gunners there,

  Charging an army, while

  All the world wondered.
• Plunged in the battery-smoke

  Right through the line they broke;
• Cossack and Russian

  Reeled from the sabre-stroke
• Shattered and sundered.

  Then they rode back, but not,

  Not the six hundred.
• Cannon to right of them,

  Cannon to left of them,

  Cannon behind them
• Volleyed and thundered;

  Stormed at with shot and shell,
• While horse and hero fell.

  They that had fought so well
• Came through the jaws of Death,

  Back from the mouth of hell,
• All that was left of them,

  Left of 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!