ANZAC

ANZAC
Little Jack was only one
his father's pride and only son
He grew up fast beneath the sun
An Australian was he
By ten years old he'd fired a gun
go bare back riding just for fun
and by fourteen his schooling done
he lived both wild and free
Then two years on the mother land
its empire called to lend a hand
and blood was spilled upon the sand
around Gallipoli
When duty called he volunteered
and war was all his mother feared
Young men whose arms and legs were sheared
were sent home constantly
When Jack's turn came he faced it well
while all around his comrades fell
Young men all blown straight to hell
in a land across the sea
No longer through the bush he'd roam
They wrapped him up and sent him home
The ship ploughed on through ocean foam
that he would never see
Jack lies buried in a grave
His life for King and country gave
His young life lost so he could save
the likes of you and me
When April rolls around each year
and old men march or shed a tear
for those who are no longer here
Think of Gallipoli
And when the old men have all gone
their legacy will linger on
Forever we'll look back upon
their shining memory