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| DSCN2756.jpg It was a dark and stormy night. |
DSCN2758.jpg Half a league half a league Half a league onward All in the valley of Death Hiked the six hundred: |
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| DSCN2759.jpg `Forward the Light Brigade!' Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the hiker knew Some one had blunder'd: |
DSCN2760.jpg Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do & hike, |
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| DSCN2761.jpg Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd & thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot & shell, |
DSCN2762.jpg 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. |
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| DSCN2763.jpg When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder'd. Honour the hike they made! |