Fred Eaglesmith - The Light Brigade lyrics

The first on the field And the last one off With a whiff of tobacco And a soldiers cough We stood our ground When the rest of them ran When our rifles were too hot To hold in our hands The Light Brigade The Light Brigade Through the smoke and the mud With our blood we paid The Light Brigade The Light Brigade We poured our powder We stayed and we stayed The Light Brigade We trampled over The wheat and the maize And they wrapped our wounds In grease and rags We carried on through The sun and the rain We carried on through The Light Brigade I was a hero When I got back here They bought me whiskey And they bought me beer They put me on their shoulders And they thanked me and they thanked me Brother would you like to buy a book of matches