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So southern sons

Swallow propganda

And set sail to leave our shores

So far away, a distant war

No voice to say

No word opposed

The orders handed down from feckless hands

All condemed to die in foreign lands

PRE-CHORUS:

Eight thousand men to lose their lives

Honour 'til death, the ANZAC pride

CHORUS:

Orders taught, we storm the Dardenelles

A futile task, all men condemed to hell

A legend born there as our children fell

ANZACS stand taller than all

Nowhere to hide

The raining fire of guns

Now turn the sapphire waters red

Survivors few and far between the dead

So the time has come

To scale the walls

And run the deadly gauntlet - No Man's Land

The time to stand or fall is now at hand

REPEAT PRE-CHORUS

REPEAT CHORUS

SOLO: LT / Mav Stevens / LT