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