TO SARI BAIR
Did Ari Burnu, Sari Bair,With lips of hot desire,And clutch your skirts in wild despairAt your disdainful ire?Oh, Sari Bair, with frowning browAnd flinty breasts of stone—Fierce Anzac breathes a fiery vow,Thou art for him alone.To drive your Abdul from his lairs,He comes in proud array;And loud he swears, and when he swearsThe Turkish hosts give way.Dear goddess, wise in ancient lore,Let Abdul curse the Hun;The waning Crescent fades beforeAustralia’s Rising Sun.But cheer up, poor old Sari Bair,And smile ’midst battle smoke,For Anzac, wild of eye and hair,Is quite a decent bloke.“Ben Telbow,”10th Aust. Battalion.
Did Ari Burnu, Sari Bair,With lips of hot desire,And clutch your skirts in wild despairAt your disdainful ire?Oh, Sari Bair, with frowning browAnd flinty breasts of stone—Fierce Anzac breathes a fiery vow,Thou art for him alone.To drive your Abdul from his lairs,He comes in proud array;And loud he swears, and when he swearsThe Turkish hosts give way.Dear goddess, wise in ancient lore,Let Abdul curse the Hun;The waning Crescent fades beforeAustralia’s Rising Sun.But cheer up, poor old Sari Bair,And smile ’midst battle smoke,For Anzac, wild of eye and hair,Is quite a decent bloke.“Ben Telbow,”10th Aust. Battalion.
Did Ari Burnu, Sari Bair,With lips of hot desire,And clutch your skirts in wild despairAt your disdainful ire?
Did Ari Burnu, Sari Bair,
With lips of hot desire,
And clutch your skirts in wild despair
At your disdainful ire?
Oh, Sari Bair, with frowning browAnd flinty breasts of stone—Fierce Anzac breathes a fiery vow,Thou art for him alone.
Oh, Sari Bair, with frowning brow
And flinty breasts of stone—
Fierce Anzac breathes a fiery vow,
Thou art for him alone.
To drive your Abdul from his lairs,He comes in proud array;And loud he swears, and when he swearsThe Turkish hosts give way.
To drive your Abdul from his lairs,
He comes in proud array;
And loud he swears, and when he swears
The Turkish hosts give way.
Dear goddess, wise in ancient lore,Let Abdul curse the Hun;The waning Crescent fades beforeAustralia’s Rising Sun.
Dear goddess, wise in ancient lore,
Let Abdul curse the Hun;
The waning Crescent fades before
Australia’s Rising Sun.
But cheer up, poor old Sari Bair,And smile ’midst battle smoke,For Anzac, wild of eye and hair,Is quite a decent bloke.
But cheer up, poor old Sari Bair,
And smile ’midst battle smoke,
For Anzac, wild of eye and hair,
Is quite a decent bloke.
“Ben Telbow,”10th Aust. Battalion.
“Ben Telbow,”
10th Aust. Battalion.