Half a league, half a league did they ride With "Forward the Light Brigade!" cried "Charge for the guns" Obeyed six hundred sons Who rode into that valley untried.
"Forward the Light Brigade!" thundered. No soldier knew someone had blundered Not their's to ask why Their's but to do and die; To the valley of Death rode six hundred.
Cannon to left and to right And ahead were more cannon of might. Storm'd with shot and with shell They rode boldly and well, Till the jaws of Death were in sight.
They flash'd all their sabres so bare They flash'd as they turned in the air There sabring the gunners As all the world wonders They charged on their foe without care.
They plunged through the battery smoke, Through the Cossack and Russian line broke. All shatter'd and sunder'd Rode back not six hundred As the foe reel'd from their sabre-stroke.
With cannon to left and to right And cannon behind out of sight Storm'd with shot and with shell While horse and man fell The mouth of hell passed in their flight.
The world as a whole truly wonder'd As out of that valley they thunder'd The brave Light Brigade, Can their glory e'er fade? As we honour the noble six hundred!
Some say that he was a sage And his railway was once all the rage But despite the sweet ride The tracks were too wide And he lost the war o'er "Break of Gauge"