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The Turks thought the Australians Did not know how to fight But we soon taught them a lesson On that awful Sunday night. We drove them from the ridges Midst shrapnel shot and shell Our officers were falling And for us they made it hell; And on that Monday morning The sun shone on our heads Saw the stretcher bearers busy With the wounded and the dead. They were as thick as rabbits And so we took deadly aim For the men there in our trenches Will keep Australia's name. They fought and fell like heroes And our rifles getting hot For they plainly burnt our fingers As we fired every shot. They were using their artillery But we never had a gun And the odds they were against us Yes, they numbered us four to one. Written by a fallen soldier at Gallipoli. |
