In this war we’re always moving, moving on;
When we make a friend another friend has gone;
Should a woman’s kindly face,
Make us welcome for a space,
Then it’s boot and saddle, boys, we’re, moving on.
In the hospitals they’re moving, moving on;
They’re here today, tomorrow they are gone;
When the bravest and the best,
Of the boys you know “go west”,
Then you’re choking down your tears and moving on.
A. B. (Banjo) Patterson.
from The Kia-Ora Cooee, May 1918
Lest We Forget.