Half a parsec, half a parsec,

Half a parsec onward,

All in the nebula of Death Star

Flew the six hundred.

"Forward, the Industrial Light & Magic Brigade!

"Charge for the turbolasers!" she said:

Into the nebula of Death Star

Flew the six hundred.

"Forward, the Industrial Light & Magic Brigade!"

Was there a Hutt dismay'd?

Not tho' the Jedi knew

Someone had blunder'd:

Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to do and die:

Into the nebula of Death Star

Flew the six hundred.

Canon to right of them,

Canon to left of them,

Canon in front of them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Stormtrooper'd at with blaster shot and ion shell,

Boldly they flew and well,

Into the jaws of Death Star

Into the mouth of Sarlaac

Flew the six hundred.

Flash'd all their lightsabres bare,

Flash'd as they turn'd in air,

Lightsabreing the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

All the galaxy wonder'd:

Plunged in the plasma-smoke

Right thro' the trench they broke;

Imperial and Sith Lord

Reel'd from the lightsabre stroke

Shatter'd and sunder'd.

Then they flew back, but not

Not the six hundred.

Canon to right of them,

Canon to left of them,

Canon behind them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Stormtrooper'd at with blaster shot and ion shell,

While Falcon and hero fell,

They that had fought so well

Came thro' the jaws of Death Star

Back from the mouth of Sarlaac

All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

All the galaxy wondered.

Honour the charge they made,

Honour the Industrial Light & Magic Brigade,

Noble six hundred.