[ Featuring the Creepy Cats ]
Half a league half a league
Half a league onward
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred
Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns! he said
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred
Forward the Light Brigade!
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered
Theirs not to make reply
Theirs not to reason why
Theirs but to do and die
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred
Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell
Boldly they rode and well
Into the jaws of Death
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred
Flashed all their sabres bare
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there
Charging an army while
All the world wondered
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered
Then they rode back but not
Not the six hundred
Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell
While horse and hero fell
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of hell
All that was left of them
Left of six hundred
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade
Noble six hundred!
Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell
While horse and hero fell
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of hell
All that was left of them
Left of six hundred
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade
Noble six hundred!
