POETRY.
FAREWELL TO ANZAC.
On! hump your swag and leave lads, the ships are in the bay, We've got our marching orders now, it's time to come away, And a long good-bye to Anzac beach, whore blood has flowed
in vain, For we're leaving it, leaving it,—game to fight again !
But some there are will never quit this bleak and bloody shore, And some that marched and fought with us will fight and march no more ; Their blood has bought till judgment day the slopes they stormed so well, And we're leaving them, leaving them; sleeping where they fell !
(Leaving them, leaving them,—the bravest and the best ! Leaving them, leaving them,—and maybe glad to rest ! We did our best with yesterday, to-morrow's still our own,— But we're leaving them, leaving them, sleeping all alone !)
Ay, they are gone beyond it all, the praising and the blame, And many a man may win renown, but none more fair a fame ; They showed the world Australia's lads knew well the way
to die, And we're leaving them, leaving them, quiet where they lie !
(Leaving them, leaving them, sleeping where they died ! Leaving them, leaving them, in their glory and their pride ! Round them sea and barren land, over them the sky, Oh! we're leaving them, leaving them, quiet where they lie !)
C. Fox SMITH.
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