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Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Dominguez
Rode the eleven.
"Forward, the LA Galaxy!
"Charge for the goal!" he said:
Into the valley of Dominguez
Rode the eleven.
"Forward, the LA Galaxy!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the player knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Dominguez
Rode the eleven.
Goal to right of them,
Goal to left of them,
Goal in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they dribbled and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the eleven.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the LA Galaxy,
Noble eleven.