To walk these hills, and look up to my God,
And bless him that the land was free. ’Twas free—
From end to end, from cliff to lake, ’twas free!
Free as our torrents are that leap our rocks,
And plow our valleys, without asking leave!
Or as our peaks that wear their caps of snow
In very presence of the Light Brigade.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them,