The Kia ora coo-ee : the magazine for the ANZACS in the Middle East, 1918
In this war we're always moving,
When we make a friend another friend has gone;
Should a woman's kindly face
Make us welcome for a space,
Then its boot and saddle, Boys, we're
In the hospitals they're moving,
They're here to-day, to-morrow they are gone;
When the bravest and the best Of the Boys you know "Go West,"
Then you're choking down your tears and Moving on.