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��AUSTRALIANS TO THE FRONT!
(Captain Cook hears the Drums)
From the Scheldt to the Niemen,
Hark, the music of the drums ! Not unthrilled the souls of freemen
When that instant message comes. Rolling east the wild fantasia
Stirs the Orient blood to flame ; And the drums call Austral-asia
And she answers to her name.
Far away from hosts in battle,
Yet in time with marching feet. Here and now the war-drums rattle
In the sunbright city street. Horse and foot in martial manner,
Swift commands, and glances high, Naked steel and silken banner ;
Thus the ranks go proudly by.
But within the gardens spacious. Not a stone's throw from the crowd
One who fronts the landscape gracious Listens to the war-drums loud.
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