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CHARGE OF THE (TORCH) LIGHT BRIGADE.

Full at each beavered pate

Over the cobble-stones

(Rough on a fellow's bones)

Marched the five hundred.

III.

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Flashed all their teeth laid bare,

Flashed as they cheered the fair;

Chaffing the unwashed there,

Chaffing the redolent, while

Democracy wondered.

Plunged in the torches' smoke

Straight down the street they broke;

Cheese-it and Peeler

Reeled from their classic joke, -

Reeled back confounded.

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