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. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder'd. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred. FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT _By_ ROBERT BURNS Is there, for honest poverty, Wha[149-1] hangs his head, and a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd[149-2] for a' that! What though on hamely[149-3] fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray,[149-4] and a' that; Gie[149-5] fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show and a' that; The honest man though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that! Ye see yon birkie,[150-6] ca'd[150-7] a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that; Though hundreds worship at his word He's but a coof[150-8] for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His ribbon, star, and a' that; The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon[150-9] his might, Guid faith, he mauna[150-10] fa'[150-11] that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may-- As come it will for a' that-- That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree,[150-12] and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a' that, When man to man, the warld o'er, Shall brithers be for a' that! FOOTNOTES: [149-1] _Wha_ is the Scotch form of _who_. It modifies _a man_, understood, after _is there_.