Then they passed to the place of world-long sleeping,

The grey-clad figures with their dead,

To the sound of their women softly weeping

And the Dead March moaning at their head:

And the Nations, as the grim procession ended,

Whispered, ‘Child! But ye have seen the price we pay,

From War may we ever be defended,

Kneel ye down, new-made Sister–Let us Pray!’

 

“Song of the Australians in Action”

Andrew Barton “Banjo” Patterson 1864~1941