The Light Brigade

The first on the field

And the last one off

With a whiff of tobacco

And a soldiers cough

We stood our ground

When the rest of them ran

When our rifles were too hot

To hold in our hands

The Light Brigade

The Light Brigade

Through the smoke and the mud

With our blood we paid

The Light Brigade

The Light Brigade

We poured our powder

We stayed and we stayed

The Light Brigade

We trampled over

The wheat and the maize

And they wrapped our wounds

In grease and rags

We carried on through

The sun and the rain

We carried on through

The Light Brigade

I was a hero

When I got back here

They bought me whiskey

And they bought me beer

They put me on their shoulders

And they thanked me and they thanked me

Brother would you like to buy a book of matches