The Light Brigade Songtext
von Fred Eaglesmith

The first on the field and the last one off
With a whiff of tobacco and a soldier′s 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

And 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

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


And 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 and they thanked me
"Brother would you like to buy a book of matches?"

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

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

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