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AUSTRALASIA



AUSTRALIA TO ENGLAND

BY all the deeds to Thy dear glory done,
 By all the life blood spilt to serve Thy need,
 By all the fettered lives Thy touch hath freed
By all Thy dream in us anew begun;
By all the guerdon English sire to son
 Hath given of highest vision, kingliest deed,
 By all Thine agony, of God decreed
For trial and strength, our fate with Thine is one.


Still dwells Thy spirit in our hearts and lips,
 Honour and life we hold from none but Thee,
  And if we live Thy pensioners no more
But seek a nation's might of men and ships,
  'Tis but that when the world is black with war
 Thy sons may stand beside Thee strong and free.

August, 1914.


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!


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