ANZACS
The children unborn shall acclaimThe standard the Anzacs unfurled,When they made Australasia’s fameThe wonder and pride of the world.Some of you got a V.C.,Some “the Gallipoli trot,”Some had a grave by the sea,And all of you got it damned hot,And I see you go limping through townIn the faded old hospital blue,And driving abroad—lying down,And Lord! but I wish I were you!I envy you beggars I meet,From the dirty old hats on your headTo the rusty old boots on your feet—I envy you living or dead.A knighthood is fine in its way,A peerage gives splendour and fame,But I’d rather have tacked any dayThat word to the end of my name.I’d count it the greatest rewardThat ever a man could attain;I’d sooner be “Anzac” than “lord,”I’d rather be “Anzac” than “thane.”Here’s a bar to the medal you’ll wear,There’s a word that will glitter and glow,And an honour a king cannot shareWhen you’re back in the cities you know.The children unborn shall acclaimThe standard the Anzacs unfurled,When they made Australasia’s fameThe wonder and pride of the world.Edgar Wallace.
The children unborn shall acclaimThe standard the Anzacs unfurled,When they made Australasia’s fameThe wonder and pride of the world.Some of you got a V.C.,Some “the Gallipoli trot,”Some had a grave by the sea,And all of you got it damned hot,And I see you go limping through townIn the faded old hospital blue,And driving abroad—lying down,And Lord! but I wish I were you!I envy you beggars I meet,From the dirty old hats on your headTo the rusty old boots on your feet—I envy you living or dead.A knighthood is fine in its way,A peerage gives splendour and fame,But I’d rather have tacked any dayThat word to the end of my name.I’d count it the greatest rewardThat ever a man could attain;I’d sooner be “Anzac” than “lord,”I’d rather be “Anzac” than “thane.”Here’s a bar to the medal you’ll wear,There’s a word that will glitter and glow,And an honour a king cannot shareWhen you’re back in the cities you know.The children unborn shall acclaimThe standard the Anzacs unfurled,When they made Australasia’s fameThe wonder and pride of the world.Edgar Wallace.
The children unborn shall acclaimThe standard the Anzacs unfurled,When they made Australasia’s fameThe wonder and pride of the world.
The children unborn shall acclaim
The standard the Anzacs unfurled,
When they made Australasia’s fame
The wonder and pride of the world.
Some of you got a V.C.,Some “the Gallipoli trot,”Some had a grave by the sea,And all of you got it damned hot,And I see you go limping through townIn the faded old hospital blue,And driving abroad—lying down,And Lord! but I wish I were you!
Some of you got a V.C.,
Some “the Gallipoli trot,”
Some had a grave by the sea,
And all of you got it damned hot,
And I see you go limping through town
In the faded old hospital blue,
And driving abroad—lying down,
And Lord! but I wish I were you!
I envy you beggars I meet,From the dirty old hats on your headTo the rusty old boots on your feet—I envy you living or dead.A knighthood is fine in its way,A peerage gives splendour and fame,But I’d rather have tacked any dayThat word to the end of my name.
I envy you beggars I meet,
From the dirty old hats on your head
To the rusty old boots on your feet—
I envy you living or dead.
A knighthood is fine in its way,
A peerage gives splendour and fame,
But I’d rather have tacked any day
That word to the end of my name.
I’d count it the greatest rewardThat ever a man could attain;I’d sooner be “Anzac” than “lord,”I’d rather be “Anzac” than “thane.”Here’s a bar to the medal you’ll wear,There’s a word that will glitter and glow,And an honour a king cannot shareWhen you’re back in the cities you know.
I’d count it the greatest reward
That ever a man could attain;
I’d sooner be “Anzac” than “lord,”
I’d rather be “Anzac” than “thane.”
Here’s a bar to the medal you’ll wear,
There’s a word that will glitter and glow,
And an honour a king cannot share
When you’re back in the cities you know.
The children unborn shall acclaimThe standard the Anzacs unfurled,When they made Australasia’s fameThe wonder and pride of the world.
The children unborn shall acclaim
The standard the Anzacs unfurled,
When they made Australasia’s fame
The wonder and pride of the world.
Edgar Wallace.
Edgar Wallace.