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...
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.
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