25th October 1854 Part 1

The Walk Roans, chestnuts, blacks and greys Stand the line in perfect swathes Tunic buttons and brasses glisten Brave men sit and for orders listen The finest horse out on parade Six hundred men, the Light Brigade Speedy chargers of sword and lance This day of glory for taking chance The bugle sounds, the walk it calls And to their duty the honour falls Six hundred men and trusting steed Start the walk of the cannons greed The Trot And into the valley they did enter A perfect line of regal splendour That chilling, eerie October day With death these men would play The buglers mouth dry, he spits To make sure the note he hits The kick of heels and to the trot Hours of drill and had not forgot Sabres drawn and lances drooped Flags unfurled and colours trooped Spit and polish, a sight they made Men of steel, the noble Light Brigade The Charge Cannon to the front, left and right To man and horse a fearful sight Beating hearts and steely nerves With out a thought, bravely serves And that final longing bugle call Charge, God speed one and all A day that stands long in history Six hundred men and destiny Hooves rattled, the pace quickened Grape shot spat and many smitten Raglan led as Nolan fell With the truth his life did sell Onwards, onwards, brave men rode The longest mile they ever strode Flesh ripped and limbs stripped Shell and shot as fear gripped