Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at with 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,

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.

Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred!

HAT does little birdie say

W

In her nest at peep of day?

Let me fly, says little birdie,

Mother, let me fly away.

Birdie, rest a little longer,

Till the little wings are stronger.

So she rests a little longer,

Then she flies away.

What does little baby say,
In her bed at peep of day?
Baby says, like little birdie,
Let me rise and fly away.
Baby, sleep a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger.

If she sleeps a little longer,

Baby too shall fly away.

All along the valley, where thy waters flow,

I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago. All along the valley, while I walk'd to-day,

The two and thirty years were a mist that rolls

away;