Everyone speaks of the Anzacs
Of their wonderful brave display
But does anyone hear of the Surrey Boys?
Who were up in Sulva Bay?
Their work was good and dangerous
Their Trials and conditions hard
But they have not been feted in London
Or cheered on the French boulevarde
No they are working damned hard out in Egypt
From civilisation away
In the farthest unsanitary quarters
Where the Arab himself will not stay
But Tommy's the boy to be cheerful
And work like a slave night & day
And put up with sauce for a tanner
Not six bob that's Anzac's Pay