IN MEMORY
In the distance I hear the drums, Beating the step of marching men, Tap, Tap! Left, Right! Of the men who'll never come back again. Across the sunset plains they come, Favourite, songs from happy hearts, Familiar faces left and right, , They keep on marching into the night. The vanished army passes by, Our tender hearts are true, To all those men who'll never again Return across the blue. —'MATE WAITAKI, South Belt, Oamaru.;
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Press, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22081, 1 May 1937, Page 3 (Supplement)
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