“Who hath a book
Hath friends at hand . . .” quoth Sherry about a mysterious league of 600.
“Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred. . . .
When can their glory fade?”
“Who hath a book
Hath friends at hand . . .” quoth Sherry about a mysterious league of 600.
“Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred. . . .
When can their glory fade?”