The Charge Of The Light Brigade
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Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
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Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Half a mile, half a mile, Half a mile onward,
Right through the Georgia troops Broke the two hundred
"Forward the Mule Brigade
Charge for the Rebs," they neighed
If I were in charge of the worldI'd cancel oatmeal,
Monday mornings,
Allergy shots, and also Sara Steinberg
If I were in charge of the
Cossacks they're coming
The eager hoofs are drumming,
On glinting steel the autumn sunlight glances
The distant mass draws nearer,