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Cannon to | right of them, Cannon to | left of them, Cannon in | front of them,
Volleyed and | thundered. Stormed at with | shot and shell, Boldly they | rode and well, Into the | jaws of death, Into the | mouth of hell,
Rode the six | hundred.*
Warriors and | chiefs! should the | shaft or the | sword Pierce me in | leading the | hosts of the | Lord, Heed not a | corse, though a | king's, in your | path, Bury your | steel in the | bosoms of Gath.
Tell me, thou | bonny bird,
When shall I | marry me ? When six braw | gentlemen
Kirkward shall | carry ye.
Here we go off on the " London and Birmingham,"
Bidding adieu to the foggy metropolis ! Staying at home with the dumps in confirming 'em :— Motion and mirth are a fillip to life.
G.D. " Railway Dactyls."
* This famous Charge of the Light Brigade, says Mr. Austin Dobson (Notes and Queries, 4th series, vol. x., p. 338), was doubtless suggested, both in metre and style, by a short but grand poem by Michael Drayton on the battle of Agincourt, the last stanza of which is as follows:—
Upon St. Crispin's day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay
To England to carry.
O when shall Englishmen
With such acts fill a pen,
Or England breed again
Such a King Harry I