The Charge Of The Light Brigade

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From Britain’s green fields, to Crimea's dread shore,
The Charge of the Light Brigade, forever great.
With thunder and fury, the cannons did sound,
With courage unyielding, they stormed through the night,
Yet onward they charged, on that blood-soaked ground.
In the valley of death, where the cannons roar,
With swords and with glory, they rode into fate,
Boldly they rode, into the mouth of hell,
Broken but unbowed, through the heart of the fight,
Their legend immortal, in the eternal light.ght.
A story of valour, we’ll forever tell.
Riding into the fire, through the smoke and the haze.
Born of the cavalry, the finest and bold,
Into the jaws of death, they surged to obey,
Honour the charge, remember the day,
In the aftermath’s shadow, with echoes of pain,
With sabres drawn high, their spirits ablaze,
Cannon to the right, cannon to the left,
They answered the call, to battle once more.
The brave and the fallen, the fearless and true.
In the annals of history, their names shining bright.
Into the valley, where bravery flowed,
Half a league, half a league, onward they rode,
Valiant hearts, undeterred, led the way,
Forward, the order, no time for delay,
Few returned homeward, but honour they gained,
Oh, Charge of the Light Brigade, in the face of the fray,
They fought through the fire, though so many bereft,
Six hundred brave souls, they marched evermore,
Men of the Light Brigade, with stories untold,
When six hundred heroes showed us the way,
The Light Brigade's charge, a testament to,

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