I AM a valiant soldier

Of the dashing light brigade,

And of war's dreadful horrors,

I never feel afraid;

My comrades are Britannia's sons,

That never, never yield.

Who fight beneath the British flag,

Upon the battle field.

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Under the British flag,

We'll fight our way to glory,

Under the British flag,

We'll conquer, or we'll die;

Under the British flag,

We'll win the battle surely,

For victory - old England,

Shall be our battle cry.

When war trumpets are sounded,

We are first to leave the land,

We bid good-bye to all that's dear,

With a kiss and a shake of the hand;

Then off to meet and fight the foe,

Upon some foreign shore,

To gain the vict'ry for the land,

We never may see no more.

When fortune on our forces frowns,

And the foe may hold the field,

Like Britons we do charge and charge,

Until we make them yield;

But midst the dying and the dead,

The carnage and the slaughter,

We're first to help a dying foe,

And give the en'my quarter.

Though now in peace reclining,

Yet war comes in a day,

At glorious Balaclava,

We showed the foe the way,

We Light Brigade can fight and die,

And mercy never ask,

And if with Russia were war,

Again we'd take the task.

Though now in peace reclining, yet war comes in a day,

At glorious Balaclava we showed the foe the way,

The light brigade can fight and die, and for mercy never ask

And if with Russia we ever war again we'll undertake the task.