Another ANZAC has died for
the pride of Australia,
battle scarred and brave,
For the pride of Australia,
in his youth he had
Bully beef and biscuits,
the sort you couldn't
Break with a shovel,
and water from arab wells,
for that was his comfort,
From the desert plains,
to the battle fields
Of France, he fought
And shed his blood, and
the blood of his brothers,
for as the going down of
the sun and in the morning,
we shall remember them.