1.\x9d Half a league, half a league,\x9d Half a league onward,\x9d All in the valley of Death\x9d Rode the six hundred.\x9d "Forward, the Light Brigade!\x9d "Charge for the guns!" he said:\x9d Into the valley of Death\x9d Rode the six hundred.\x9d \x9d \x9d

2.\x9d "Forward, the Light Brigade!"\x9d Was there a man dismay'd?\x9d Not tho' the soldier knew\x9d Someone had blunder'd:\x9d Their's not to make reply,\x9d Their's not to reason why,\x9d Their's but to do and die:\x9d Into the valley of Death\x9d Rode the six hundred.\x9d \x9d \x9d

3.\x9d Cannon to right of them,\x9d Cannon to left of them,\x9d Cannon in front of them\x9d Volley'd and thunder'd;\x9d Storm'd at with shot and shell,\x9d Boldly they rode and well,\x9d Into the jaws of Death,\x9d Into the mouth of Hell\x9d Rode the six hundred.\x9d \x9d \x9d

4.\x9d Flash'd all their sabres bare,\x9d Flash'd as they turn'd in air,\x9d Sabring the gunners there,\x9d Charging an army, while\x9d All the world wonder'd:\x9d Plunged in the battery-smoke\x9d Right thro' the line they broke;\x9d Cossack and Russian\x9d Reel'd from the sabre stroke