2. 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 six hundred. 3. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd all at once in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery smoke, Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, They that had struck so well Rode thro' the jaws of Death, Half a league back again, Up from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. |