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Rh Thud! fell a friend at my hand; No halt, ne'er a stay, nor a stand. What though a comrade fell dead? Swifter and swifter we sped.

Only the red, flashing light Guided our purpose aright; For night was upon us, around, Deceptive in sight as in sound. We knew not the enemy's ground, We knew not his force; But on, gaining pace at each bound, Flew man and horse.

Burst on the enemy's flank, On through his gunners and guns, Swifter and swifter we sped; Over each bayonet-ranged rank, Earthward their dusky waves sank, Scattered and fled.