Going Home.

Before Gaza.
"What's that yer say? We're goin' home?
What skitin' stunt's on now? What blighter's puttin' that around? Some dirty, lyin' cow!
Yer say it's dinkum, Bill, ole boy, it's in the 'Gyppo Mail'
Hi! walid, iggery, talaheen! I'll read this bloomin', tale!
Mafeesh feloush. Yer've got no chance? Malish! 'Ert! Sling yer 'ook,
It's worth a deener if it's true, and Cripes! It is, Bill'. Look!
They're sendin' all us old 'uns 'ome, if new 'uns come or not!
Let's get inside the bivvy, Bill, the 'sun's too blindin' 'ot."

Before Jerusalem.
"Ah! suff'rin' 'ell! I'm goin' Ome! I'm plugged, Bill!
Stoushed in front! I thought some'ow this mornin' this was my last bloomin' stunt!
But I can face Old Peter and me cobbers 'Eaven's side!
Me 'orse 'as copped it too, mate. Lookt We'll 'ave one last, long ride!
'Ere stop 'is strugglin'! Use yer gun! For
God's sake, turn 'is 'ead! I 'ope 'e don't think it was me that painted
'im so red! 'E's been me cobber three years through! In 'eart and 'ide a'brick!
As you 'ave proved to me, ole pal, shake, Bill... ole boy . . . shake . . . quick!"

Palestine. "Koolawarra"