Anzac Cove

In the light of dawn, the break of day. Through the waters chill they fought their way. Like their sires of old to the motherland, they came over the sea and they sprang to the strand.

And the blood of the angles the scot and the kelt, grew hot in their veins as the war fire they felt.

In the light of noon in the bright sunlight, they fought up the cliffs from height to height.

The sun shone down on that scene of strife, where the soul of Australia came to life. As the blood of Australians was shed on the sod, for Australia for Britain for humanity.

Shall Australia mourn for the sons she has lost, should Australia weep? Nay! Great though the cost joy mingles with grief and pride mingles with pain, for our boys died like heroes and died not in vain.

For the the soul of Australia was born that day, when her sons died at Anzac Cove shall never decay.