The Anzac Son's (It's For Me Mate, I'm Fightin For Him)

 Long before I was born, a battle raged far away,
a distant memory in sepia tones.
the embodiment of selflessness and mate-ship,
was about to throw us into a history we will never forget.

The true grit and determination was to become evident
but young minds think of nothing but glory for their country
they have rallied in numbers too young to fight
to make their home on foreign sand

While the landing was intolerable 
as they try to dodge the bullets
the camaraderie remained unshakable
but sadly many were dead before the hour was out

Not just British, but Australian and New Zealand
was there to help the wounded and saved they did
to bring the injured down from the front line
the Australians would crack jokes to keep spirits high

Simpson and his donkey was a common sight
although he was British by birth
our nation has laid claim to have him as our own
Australians, true of heart will give him his medal of honor

He became one of us
when he saved one of us
Our Anzac son's