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ECOS a crook done in a prince, an' narked an Emperor, An' struck a light that set the world aflame; Becos the bugles East an' West sooled on the dawgs o' war, A bloke called Ginger Mick 'as found 'is game— Found 'is game an' found 'is brothers, 'oo wus strangers in 'is sight. Till they shed their silly clobber an' put on the duds fer fight.

Yes, they've shed their silly clobber an' the other stuff they wore Fer to 'ide the man beneath it in the past; An' each man is the clean, straight man 'is Maker meant 'im for, An' each man knows 'is brother man at last. Shy strangers, till a bugle blast preached 'oly brother'ood; But mateship they 'ave found at last; an' they 'ave found it good.

So the lumper, an' the lawyer, an' the chap 'oo shifted sand, They are cobbers wiv the cove 'oo drove a quill; The knut 'oo swung a cane upon the Block, 'e takes the 'and Uv the coot 'oo swung a pick on Broken 'Ill; An' Privit Clord Augustus drills wiv Privit Snarky Jim— They are both Australian soljers, w'ich is good enough fer 'im.

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