[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!