Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
Besides, I can tell where I am used well;
Such usage in heaven will never do well.

But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.

Then the Parson might preach, and drink, and sing,
And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring;
And modest Dame Lurch, who is always at church,
Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.

In the valley of death, where the cannons roar,
Six hundred brave souls, they marched evermore,
With sabres drawn high, their spirits ablaze,
Riding into the fire, through the smoke and the haze.

Oh, Charge of the Light Brigade, in the face of the fray,
Valiant hearts, undeterred, led the way,
With courage unyielding, they stormed through the night,
In the annals of history, their names shining bright.

Born of the cavalry, the finest and bold,
Men of the Light Brigade, with stories untold,
From Britain’s green fields, to Crimea's dread shore,
They answered the call, to battle once more.

Forward, the order, no time for delay,
Into the jaws of death, they surged to obey,
With thunder and fury, the cannons did sound,
Yet onward they charged, on that blood-soaked ground.

Half a league, half a league, onward they rode,
Into the valley, where bravery flowed,
Broken but unbowed, through the heart of the fight,
Their legend immortal, in the eternal light.ght.

Cannon to the right, cannon to the left,
They fought through the fire, though so many bereft,
Boldly they rode, into the mouth of hell,
A story of valour, we’ll forever tell.

In the aftermath’s shadow, with echoes of pain,
Few returned homeward, but honour they gained,
The Light Brigade's charge, a testament to,
The brave and the fallen, the fearless and true.

Honour the charge, remember the day,
When six hundred heroes showed us the way,
With swords and with glory, they rode into fate,
The Charge of the Light Brigade, forever great.