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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 |
