Farewell to Anzac

Oh, 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 -where 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 til 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, tomorrow'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 lie -
Leaving them, leaving them, in their glory and their pride.
Round the sea and barren land, over them the sky -
Oh! We're leaving them, leaving them, so quiet where they lie.

Cicely Fox Smith

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