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
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