Item 03: George R. Faulkner war diary, 6 July 1916-17 November 1916 - Page 141
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[Page 141]
Theirs an immortal fame,
The deathless name of Anzac
That thrills from Pole to Pole,
The remnants of the heroes
On the long & glorious Roll.
And now in their tens of hundreds
Come the men to fill their ranks,
And what can we do to show them
Our love, our pride, & our thanks?
We can't do much (I own it),
But give them a passing cheer,
While the real Elite beat a shocked retreat
Why, they saw one drinking beer
Oh God, Could we show these misers
The path that the Anzacs went,
Could they rest in their beds at night time?
Or sleep in their damd contemp?
Could they talk with a sneer of Australian
When one or two get drunk
I'd rather a drunk Australian
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