A Toast.

Here's to the good old Regiment; to comrades it contains!
Their loyalty and chivalry; each troop of tossing manes!
To squadrons surging thro' the night to rout some Turkish throng—
Thro' Egypt's desert silence when the raiding rides were long.
Here's to the brave old Regiment, whose colours black and white
Mean death before dishonor—mean right before the might.
The foemen had forgotten, that Australia's southern breed
Would rally round the Motherland, to succour her in need.
Here's to the grand old Regiment! Aye! to the whole brigade!
From Anzac to Australia, may your glory never fade.
To boys we're proud to fight beside—the gallant First and Second!
To comrades now beyond control—brave hearts whom death has beckoned!

Palestine. Koolowarra.