TO THE ANZACS.

Manawatu Times, Volume XLIII, Issue 1444, 18 December 1919, Page 12

TO THE ANZACS.

These rough but spirited verses, says the “Australasian,” were observed by a Melbourne traveller recently posted on the wall of a room in an hotel at Dallaohulish, a village in Scotland: — The children unborn shall acclaim The standard the Anzacs unfurled, When they made Australasia's fame The wonder and pride of the world. Some of you got a V.C., Some the Gallipoli trot; Some had a grave by the sea, And all of you got it damned hot; And I see you go limpin’ thro’ town, In the faded old hospital blue; And driving about lying down— And God! But I wish J were you! I envy you beggars I meet, From the dirty old hats on your heads To the rusty old boots on your leet, I envy you living or dead. A knighthood is fine in its way, A peerage gives splendour and fame— But I’d rather have tacked any day That word to the end of my name. I’d count it the greatest reward That ever a man could attain; I’d sooner be Anzac than lord, I’d rather be Anzac than thane. Here’s a bar to the medal you wear. There’s a word that will glitter and glow, And an honour a King cannot share, When you're back m the cities you know. The children unborn shah acclaim The standard the Anzaos untuned, When they made Australasia v fame The wonder and on le of tnc world.