Songs for Anzac day

“a bayonet is a weapon with a workin' man  on either end”

 Betray your country- serve your class!   Don't sign up for war, my friend.

What is it good for? Absolutely Nothin'. 

Go find the young men never to fight again

Bring up the banners from the days gone by

Sweet moderation- Heart of this nation

Desert us not, we are Between the wars

   

And now every April I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me 
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
 Reliving old dreams of past glory 
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore 
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war 
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?" 
And I ask myself the same question...

The sun shining down on these green fields of France 
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance 
The trenches have vanished long under the plow 
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now 
But here in this graveyard that's still no mans land 
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand 
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man

 And a whole generation were butchered and damned 

 

No more deluded by reaction, On tyrants only we'll make war

 The soldiers too will take strike action, They'll break ranks they'll fight no more.

 And if those cannibals keep trying, To sacrifice us to their pride,

They soon shall hear the bullets flying, 

We'll shoot the generals on our own side.