Alfred, Lord Tennyson - The Charge of the Light Brigade lyrics

[Verse 1] Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of d**h Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the valley of d**h Rode the six hundred. [Verse 2] "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 and die: Into the valley of d**h Rode the six hundred. [Verse 3] Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of d**h, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. [Verse 4] 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 and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. [Verse 5] 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 and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of d**h Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them Left of six hundred. [Verse 6] When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder'd. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade Noble six hundred!