I do not know who composed this but must send it
Egypt land of sin and sunsets,
where my footsteps pause a while.
Where the dusty sore – eyed Arab
Barters fruit with native guile.
Half the world we've crossed to reach you.
Hearts were light and hopes were high
Thinking that we came for fighting
But we're only "standing by
May be when our limbs are feeble
And our heads are bending low
We shall tell our children's children
Of the days of long ago
How, with patriotic fervour
Men came in from far away
Answering the call of freedom
This includes the "standing by"