| When 1914 began
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| He was workin' on the land
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| With his Mum and Dad
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| He left behind his girl
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| Joined up to see the world
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| It made his mother sad
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| He made it through the war
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| Came back to town
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| To help his father work the fields
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| And rebuild his life somehow
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| And everybody called him The ANZAC
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| That’s still what they call him now
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| He set his mind to stay
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| When his father passed away
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| And the river ran dry
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| He said «I'll take care of you mum
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| I’ve fought before and won
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| We can win this fight»
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| All alone he’d work all day until he’d drop
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| Until the place got back to best
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| He didn’t stop
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| There were times he thought he’d been forgotten
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| But every night at six o’clock
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| They’d stand for that man they called The ANZAC
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| And those who gave their lives for us
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| They’d stand for that man they called The ANZAC
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| For fighting for the land he loves
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| At the same time every year
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| We all remember him
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| At the crack of dawn
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| We stand as one
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| For all our fallen friends
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| So drink to that man we call The ANZAC
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| We will remember him
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| So stand for that man we call The ANZAC
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| And those who gave their lives for us
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| Let’s stand for that man we call The ANZAC
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| For fighting for the land we love
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| So stand for that man we call The ANZAC
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| For fighting for the land we love
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| We will remember them |