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MARCHING SONG.

Boots, belt, rifle, and pack— All you'll need till you come back; All you'll doff whtn you lie down to sleep; All they'll take off when they bury you deep. Boots, belt, rifle, and pack. Boots that went light down tho Suffolk lane Will snufiie and drag ere they tread it again. Nails that rang gay on tho cobbled street Will have pierced through the sock into Bomebody's feet. Boots, belt, riflo, and pack. Belt—for water-bottle and sword; One to save life; the other—O Lord! 'Fore you've finished with them, vou bet, One will bo dry and the other wet. Boots, belt, rifle, and pack. Rifle—the soldier's only friend— True, if you treat her well, to the end : Feed her with five, and the tune she'll play Will reach the heart of a Turkish Bey. Boots, belt, rifle, and pack. Pack—that holds what a man most wants: A shirt, an overcoat, socks and pants, A Bible, a photo of heart's desire; But you'll throw it away when you charge—or retire. Boots, belt, riflo, and pack. Leather and canvas, steel and wood, They'll stand by you if you re good; Keep them oiled and keep them dry, They'll see you homo safely—by and by. Boots, belt, riflo, and pack. -C.J.N., from " The Anzao Book."

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Star (Christchurch), Issue 11756, 21 July 1916, Page 4

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215

MARCHING SONG. Star (Christchurch), Issue 11756, 21 July 1916, Page 4

MARCHING SONG. Star (Christchurch), Issue 11756, 21 July 1916, Page 4