Many make the pilgrimage Travel to a far off land Stand on the shores of Gallipoli To honour and respect those men They fought on for eight months in a blazing hell Against a formidable foe In the end they had to evacuate A master plan needed so they could go Rifles set with water drips Into cans to pull the triggers Random shots fired in the night As they slowly slipped away in silence The whole campaign a futile loss Of life and many wounded But one great thing did come of that Was the birth of the Anzac spirit Fighting along side our Kiwi friends Forged this great alliance Nowhere in the world can this be found To be such a proud Australian Each year they march to commemorate To remember all the fallen LEST WE FORGET their sacrifice For our freedom is what we owe them