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The boats they held thirty

Strong tanned arms rowed them true

In front up high on ridges

Awaited turkish machine gun crews

Had they known what would happen

Once the boats scrapped the rocky shore

The would have bloody well rowed faster

To begin the terribly futile war

4:30 arrived with bullets

Death came raining down

Australians fell in numbers

As they leapt from boat to ground

25th of April, morning of the brave

The peak of adventure

A Peninsula of Graves

Many escaped death and injury

Adrenalin sent them up the slopes

The first to kill a Turk

Were many a man's hopes

They were told to spare their bullets

The bayonet they were to use

This was to the diggers' liking

The hellish landing had lit their short fuse

They swept Johnny Turk before them

Dug in on ridges high

They would get not much further

Though months would pass 'em by

25th of April, mourning of the brave

The peak of adventure

A Peninsula of Graves.