2.

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 Death,

Into the mouth of Hell,

Rode the six hundred.

3.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,

Flash'd all at once in air,

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

All the world wonder'd:

Plunged in the battery smoke,

THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE.

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Fiercely the line they broke;

Strong was the sabre-stroke:

Making an army reel

Shaken and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not,

Not the six hundred.

4.

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,

They that had struck so well

Rode thro' the jaws of Death,

Half a league back again,

Up from the mouth of Hell,

All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

5.

Honor the brave and bold!

Long shall the tale be told,

Yea, when our babes are old

How they rode onward.