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The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Tennyson

Original:

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 dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & 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 & 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 as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & 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,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' 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 wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

After:


Half a million 500,000
      Half a million ahead of
      All in the valley of death
      Colorado 600:
      "Forward, the Light Brigade!
      Put a gun, "he said,
      In the Valley of Death
      600th red

      "Forward, the Light Brigade!"
      Was there a man dismay'd?
      Not tho 'the soldier knew
      Some blunder'd:
      You did not answer
      not too
      You do, and die;
      In the Valley of Death
      600th red

      Cannon to right of him,
      Cannon to the left
      Cannon for them
      Volley'd thunder'd and;
      Storm'd with grenades and bullets,
      Brave has gone well,
      In the jaws of death,
      In the Mouth of Hell
      600th red

      All their sabers bare flash'd,
      Flash'd change in the air
      Sabring the gunners there,
      The attack on the army, while
      All the world wonder'd:
    Throw battery fumes
      Right Thro 'the line they broke;
      Cossack and Russian
      Reel'd from the saber stroke
      Shatter'd & sunder'd.
      Decreased, but not
      It is the 600th

      Cannon to right of him,
      Cannon to the left
      Cannon behind them
      Volley'd thunder'd and;
      Storm'd with grenades and bullets,
      While the horse and all fell
      Those who fought so well
      Coming Thro 'the jaws of death,
      Back from the mouth of hell
      All that was left of them,
      Links to 600

      When can their glory gone?
      The wild charge they made!
      All the world wonder'd.
      Honor them demand made​​!
      Honour the Light Brigade,
      Noble 600!

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