LEST WE FORGET
They went with songs to the battle
they were young.Straight of limb
true of eyes, steady and aglow
They were staunch to the end
against odds uncounted
They fell with their faces to the foe
They shall grow not old
as we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them
nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning
We will remember them
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again
They sit no more at familiar tables of home
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time
They sleep beyond England's foam
Lest We Forget
Photo: First Returned Services League 1915 (First ANZAC DAY) The Corso Manly