The Lighthorsemen

In the sands of Palestine, nineteen seventeen Australian horsemen, a sight unseen Thirty-first of October, the day was set For a charge that history won't forget

Beersheba's wells, the prize to claim Turkish defenses, a deadly game But water was scarce, time running low The Light Horse knew they had to go

Remember the Light Horse Brigade Their courage shall never fade At Beersheba they made their stand Heroes of a distant land From the Outback to desert wide Into legend, they did ride

General Chauvel gave the command To the fourth and twelfth, across the sand No sabers drawn, just bayonets gleaming Hooves thundering, Turkish guns screaming

Over wire and trench, they leapt with grace Man and horse in deadly race For Empire, mate, and freedom's cause They charged on without a pause

From Romani to Gaza's shore These men had fought and bled before But Beersheba would seal their fame In Australia's heart, a burning flame

As sun was setting, victory won The wells were saved, the battle done A turning point in desert war Their bravery opened freedom's door

Now we stand on hallowed ground Where hoofbeats echo without sound We remember those who fell And those whose stories live to tell

Remember the Light Horse Brigade Their courage shall never fade At Beersheba they made their stand Heroes of a distant land From the Outback to desert wide Into legend, they did ride

The Light Horse legacy rides on In every dawn, in every song From Beersheba to lands afar Their courage shines, a guiding star

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