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[Page 278]

3.

O God, could we show these misers
The path that the Anzacs went!
Could they rest in their beds at night time?
Or live in their damned content?
Could they talk of Australians with a sneer
Could they talk with a sneer of Australians
When one or two get drunk?
I'd rather a drunk Australian
Than a wealthy Durban funk!

He's a better man than you are,
You dear teetotal saint,
You do not drink - you will not fight
What wonderful restraint!
We stand on the shore of Durban
For we're not all made like you,
And the glorious name of Anzac
Thrills us thro' & thro'.

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