The Charge Of The Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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 dismay'd ? 
Not tho' the soldier knew 
Some one had blunder'd: 
Their's not to make reply, 
Their's not to reason why, 
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death 
Rode the six hundred.