Charge of the Light Brigade

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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“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
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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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Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
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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.
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Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
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Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
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Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
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Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
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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,
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All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
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When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
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Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

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Alfred Lord Tennyson

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3:10 to Yuma

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I want to ride again on the 3:10 to Yuma
Thats where I saw my love, the girl with the golden hair
Not a word between us was spoken, the silence never was broken
But before she left her eyes said a sad good bye, sad am I, sad am I

To think of the chance that I missed
I could cry to think of the lips left unkissed
Perhaps she’ll ride again on the 3:10 to Yuma
And I can meet my love and tell her how much I care

Though I have no reason to go there
And there’s not a soul that I know there
When the 3:10 to Yuma leaves if I have the fair
I’ll be there, I’ll be there, I’ll be there

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sung by

Frankie Lane

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Felicia Farr

3:10 to Yuma

1957

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