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"Farewell to Australian Sons" written by Mrs Harrison Lee-Cowie
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There's a rushing of feet, a springing of arms.
A wondrous response since the war's wild alarms,
Our brave boys are leaving, they've heard the loud call
'Lads come back with honour, or come not at all'.
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Be noble and fearless, be gallant and true
The women will be watching for tidings of you
Protect your own manhood, brave sons of the brave
There are worse things to shun than a patriots grave
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Be dauntless in fighting the fierce foes within
Tread down, without mercy, temptations to sin
Protect every girl, never cause one to fall
Oh come back with honour, or come not at all.
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From counter and office, from farm and from mill
You are speeding in haste over river and hill
And the women who love you, send out this last call
Oh come back with honour, or come not at all
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