Kokoda

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With no shouldered arms or bayonet fixed they march on Anzac Day
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Measured tramp of steel-shod heels a memory away
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Veterans of a jungle war who went to hell and back
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Those ragged bloody heroes of that grim Kokoda track

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So dig your reversed rifles in the mire of memory
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The swirling mists of time have healed the scars
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You climbed that golden stairway to keep our country free
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Where the jungle hid your nightmare from the stars
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When sullen days brought no relief from blood, muck, and mire
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And death was ever striding at your back
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You trod that hallowed path to be baptized in hellfire
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The ragged bloody heroes of that grim Kokoda track

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Oh, the devil took the hindmost and the snipers took the fore
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With no quarter asked or given in that muddy, bloody war
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With black angels there to guide them, salvoes by their side
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Those ragged bloody heroes simply marched and fought and died

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Astride a broken mountaintop you stood defiantly
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As the devil took your comrades one by one
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He taunted you and beckoned you to face eternity
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You saluted with a burning Thompson gun
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His hand was on your shoulder like a burning grip of steel
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But you turned him and you fought off his attack
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You broke the devil's squadrons and you brought him to your heel
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The ragged bloody heroes of that grim Kokoda track

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Oh, the devil took the hindmost and the snipers took the fore
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With no quarter asked or given in that muddy, bloody war
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While politicians pondered and great generals swelled with pride
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Those ragged bloody heroes simply marched and fought and died

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With no shouldered arms or bayonet fixed they march on Anzac Day
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With the memory of white crosses, mounds of fresh-turned clay
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Of green fields and a bugle call and a solemn requiem
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And at the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them

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Those ragged bloody heroes of that grim Kokoda track
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Those ragged bloody heroes of that grim Kokoda track
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