SONG OF AUSTRALIA'S
Parading, we stand in serried rows,
from across our Land;
Each has a light within that glows —
Deep faith in those with whom he stands.
When within our hearts we forage —
bearing Australia’s name —
We feed fear that firms our courage:
nerve-stiffening fear of Shame.
Our pride in Country, courage, blood,
prowess in deadly strife,
Sees us extract from out Man’s mud,
The foot soldier’s
No paragons of the human race,
We calmly enter
for man we claim a place
Above those of softer clays.
Oft parted from Life’s frivolity,
So too, from its
We're entered in Man’s catastrophes
To run a murderous
Our goal is bloodied fields to clear
O’er those whose creed gives others fear —
Grace shall not decay!
Morale and mettle of high degrees
Are ours, when
seeking to wreck
The purpose of crass enemies,
In need of a
So here or there, in troubles,
Our fibre forbids
When life's joy comes in bubbles,
Pity us? No, save all your tears
For our mates now
at endless rest;
Full done, our Duty soon clears
Each day, for ' We
who face the Test'.
"What 'Test' is that?" doubters complain!
bluntly make it clear —
We toil to reap Life's grimmest grain,
chance of a short career!
Hard-forged in Mankind’s darkest hours
talismans of our Nation;
Where'er martial glory flowers
wreathed with Reputation!
@ Ron Boxall
21C D Company