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 Rh So I'm writin' to Mick; an' I'm feelin' reel wet Wiv the sort o' superior nark, 'Oo tilts up 'is conk an' gits orl the boys set, 'Oo are out fer a bit uv a lark. So I puts it to Mick, as I sez when I starts, An' I ends wiv the solemest toast: 'Ere's to 'im—(raise yer glass)—'oo left pride in our 'earts An' 'is bones on Gallipoli coast.