Letras
Half a league, half a league, half a league onward!
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
Forward the light brigade!
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldiers knew, someone had blundered
Theirs not to reason why
Theirs but to do and die
Into the valley of death, rode the six hundred
Canon to the right of them, canon to the left of them
Canon in front of them, volleyed and thundered
Stormed at with shot and shell
Boldly they rode and well
Into the mouth of Hell, rode the six hundred
Flashed all their sabres bare
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there
All the world wondered
Plunged in the battery smoke
Right through the line they broke
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred
Canon to the right of them, canon to the left of them
Canon behind them, volleyed and thundered
Stormed at with shot and shell
While horse and hero fell
They that had fought so well
Back from the jaws of Hell!
Oh, all that was left of them
Left of six hundred
When can their glory fade?
Oh, what a charge they made!
Oh, what a charge they made, all the world wondered
Honor the charge they made! Honor the light brigade!
Honor the light brigade, noble six hundred!
Noble six hundred!
Noble six hundred!
Charge of the Light Brigade!