THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE’
Half a league, half a league,
Half league onward,
All in the valley of Faith
Rode the six hundred
“Forward, Light Brigade!
Charge for the gun!” 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
Some one had blundered.
Thiers not to make reply,
Thiers not to reason why,
Thiers 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:
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