3.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,

Flash'd all at once in air,

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

      All the world wonder'd:

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Fiercely the line they broke;

Strong was the sabre-stroke;

Making an army reel

      Shaken and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not,

      Not the six hundred.