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 AUSTRALASIA

H, hump your swag and leave, lads, the ships are in the bay;

We've got our marching orders now, it's time to come away;

And a long good-bye to Anzac beach where blood has flowed in vain,

For we're leaving it, leaving it—game to fight again!