The Kia ora coo-ee : the magazine for the ANZACS in the Middle East, 1918
"Stand to your horses." "Where is he?"
The bits rattle home in the teeth;
He's up above, soaring serenely;
We scatter, ride bare-backed beneath.
"Oh damn the rope! Look how she's tangled!
Curse it, yer cow, come on over!"
Our language of best high explosive
Would shame to the shade any drover.
"Bill! Listen! He's dropping his big 'uns,
He's turning, look, coming our way!
Get down in the sand, take your chances,
He's lobbing out our share to-day!"
Our guns on the rise spit and rattle,
"Stick into him, boys, every ounce.
Duck under! He's pelting his lead back!"
"That's got him! Hi! Bill, watch him bounce!"