They landed at dawn on Gallipoli

In the year of Nineteen Fifteen

To a hail of deadly bullets

What a hell on earth it must have been
The Anzac’s were the bravest thing

God ever made I’m sure

Those words spoken not by a politician

But a British Officer at the end of that terrible war 
Today it’s so hard to imagine

The horrific conditions they did endure

As they fought to gain a foothold

In rugged cliffs above the shore.
ANZAC is a story of tragedy and triumph

Of those that gave their very breath

To secure their country’s freedom

The price so many paid was death.
Their acts of mateship bravery & courage

Are too many to mention here.

So to the names of eight thousand poor souls 
Who paid the supreme sacrifice for fighting there.
They need no marble monuments

To preserve their time honoured legacy

It’s held in the heart and soul of our nation

From the outback to the sea.
For they forged our national identity

Beneath a far and foreign sky

They left a long and lasting legacy

That will live on and never die.
Though over 100 years have ebbed away

Since they landed on that Gallipoli shore

The badge of honour they did bequeath

Shall endure for evermore
Today we owe a debt we can never repay

To our brave service women and men

And from the Bore War to Afghanistan

May we always remember and honour them