Phat rhymes from the LT, total cut and paste action

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 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 know

Someone had blundered.

Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to do or die.

Into the valley of Death,

Rode the six hundred.



Cannon to the right of them,

Cannon to the 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 mouh of hell

Rode the six hundred.



Flash'd all their sabres bare,

Flash'd as they turned in air

Sabring the gunners there

Charging an army while

All the world wondered.

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Right thro' the line they broke

Cossack and Russian

Reel'd from the sabre-stroke

Shattered and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not

Not the six hundred.



Cannon to the right of them,

Cannon to the left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at twith 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,

And all that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.



When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

All the world wonder'd.

Honor the charge they made!

Honor the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred!