1.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the thirty-four.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the thirty-four.
2.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the thirty-four.
3.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the thirty-four.
4.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the thirty-four.
5.
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 thirty-four.
6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble thirty-four.
Shearer was bold,
ReplyDeleteand he led from the front,
but no one would follow
not Parker, nor Cun,
liffe, nor Robertson
nor Mallard, nor King.
he was out on his own,
on a prayer and a wing.
His order was wrong,
his plan was all stuffed,
and even his best,
lines were all muffed.
There's a mole amongst spies,
and it's mole'd to our camp,
there's a need for some light,
and he offered his lamp.
For all that it shone,
on the ferrets and spies,
most of it shone,
right back in his eyes.
He looked like a possum
caught in the gleam
and nowhere behind him
was his much trusted team.
So where are the tapes,
recordings, and more?
that promised so much
that opened the door
that showed the Prime Mincer
as a liar, and worse
up to his eyeballs
in the old Dotcom curse
but alas for poor Shearer
as he stumbles, then falls,
he's left high and dry
by the ones with no balls.
Marvelous comment above..
ReplyDeleteThe only problem with this Scott is that Cardigan had loyal minions following him into the valley of death..
And Raglan was possibly more florid in the nose than Robertson.
Have we ever seen a leader left so high and dry as Shearer has been by his team?