| Things’ll never be the same in Port Lincoln
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| Since they rolled the cameras there
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| Roll up and be a movie extra
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| Take it lightly if you dare
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| Give the man a uniform
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| Give the man a gun
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| He’s your younger brother
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| He’s your only son
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| This is Gallipoli
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| They coulda been ya mates
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| They coulda been me
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| Ya can’t blame a bloke who likes adventure
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| He saw the posters on the wall
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| See the world through the sights of a rifle
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| Grab ya mates and go to war
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| And give the man a bayonet
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| Give the man a hat
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| Land him on the beaches
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| Eight thousand never came back
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| A rat-a-tat-tat
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| This is Gallipoli
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| And don’t you forget
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| You are the Diggers of the Anzac
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| Slap bang in the middle of an ambush
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| The johnny turk was all around
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| Sitting ducks fled like nine-pins
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| But the Diggers held their ground
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| And men like Simpson upheld the spirit
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| Of the Digger who gives a mate a hand
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| And in the end they showed the world
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| The spirit of Australia
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| So things’ll never be the same in Port Lincoln
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| Since they made a movie there
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| Knock off the shearing
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| And knock off the fishing
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| Bring up the clippers and knock off the hair
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| Give the man a uniform
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| Give the man a gun
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| He’s your younger brother
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| He’s your only son
|
| This is Gallipoli
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| And don’t you forget
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| You are the Diggers of the Anzac
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| This is Gallipoli
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| And don’t you forget
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| You are the Diggers of the Anzac |