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Peninsula Of GravesThe boats they held thirtyStrong tanned arms rowed them true In front up high on ridges Awaited turkish machine gun crews Had they known what would happen Once the boats scrapped the rocky shore The would have bloody well rowed faster To begin the terribly futile war 4:30 arrived with bullets Death came raining down Australians fell in numbers As they leapt from boat to ground 25th of April, morning of the brave The peak of adventure A Peninsula of Graves Many escaped death and injury Adrenalin sent them up the slopes The first to kill a Turk Were many a man's hopes They were told to spare their bullets The bayonet they were to use This was to the diggers' liking The hellish landing had lit their short fuse They swept Johnny Turk before them Dug in on ridges high They would get not much further Though months would pass 'em by 25th of April, mourning of the brave The peak of adventure A Peninsula of Graves. |