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.
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