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There's no friends like the old friends
Whereever we may roam,
There's no flag like the old flag,
No Country like our own.
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A good hunt for "Old Friends"
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A Memory of the First Anzac Day.
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The spirit of our comrades haunts
O'er crested ridge and barred slope.
His heart was good, his spirit brave,
His resting place a soldiers' grave;
For he died a soldier brave and true,
And fell with his colours Red and Blue.
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