"The Australians are fighting hard in Gallipoli." — Cable.
Rolling out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea;
Rolling North to fight for England, and to fight for you and me.
Fighting hard for France and England, where the storms of Death are hurled;
Fighting hard for Australasia and the honour of the World!
Fighting hard for Sunny Queensland – fighting for Bananaland,
Fighting hard for West Australia, and the mulga and the sand;
Fighting hard for Plain and Wool-Track, and the haze of western heat – Fighting hard for South Australia and the bronze of Farrar's Wheat!
Fighting hard for fair Victoria, and the mountain and the glen;
(And the Memory of Eureka
– there were other tyrants then),
For the glorious Gippsland forests and the World's great Singing
For the irrigation channels where the cabbage gardens are –
Fighting hard for gale and earthquake, and the wind-swept ports between;
For the wild flax and manuka and the terraced hills of green.
Fighting hard for wooden homesteads, where the mighty kauris stand –
Fighting hard for fern and tussock!
– Fighting hard for Maoriland!
Fighting hard for little Tassy, where the apple orchards grow;
(And the Northern Territory just to give the place a show),
Fighting hard for Home and Empire, while the Commonwealth prevails –
And, in spite of all her blunders, dying hard for New South Wales.
Fighting for the Pride of Old Folk, and the people that you know;
And the girl you left behind you
– (ah! the time is passing slow).
For the proud tears of a sister! come you back, or never come!
And the weary Elder Brother, looking after things at home –
Fighting Hard! You Lucky Devils!