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1.
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.

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2.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
__Someone had blunder'd:
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.

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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 Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
__Rode the six hundred.

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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.

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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 Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
__Left of six hundred.

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6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
__All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
__Noble six hundred.

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