Gilgandra to the sea By Benjamin B Howe
Australia’s dashing country boys will march through the land,
Gathering strength at every town as they join our happy band;
Leaving home at country’s call to fight on a foreign strand
As we go marching on to victory
Chorus
Hurrah! Hurrah! Gilgandra to the sea
Hurrah! Hurrah! For the flag that sets us free,
The Turk and Hun will settle at the bottom of the sea
As we go marching onto victory.
Hitchen he will give the word to start us on our way;
Nicholls will command us, also give out the pay;
Machattie, he will pass you in, or else hell pass you out
As we go marching on to victory
How the turkeys travelled when they heard our joyful sound;
How the people marvelled when they saw the Turks go down
It was turkey here and turkey there till we met it with a frown
As we go marching on to victory
Lee, he will go with us, so pass the word along;
The boys will gather in the crops, so well have a little song
Well sing and smoke and crack our joke, as we mingle with the throng,
As we go marching on to victory
And when at last the fighting’s done, and we return from war
The Hun and Turk defeated, and peace declared once more,
Well meet you in Gilgandra, and tell our story’s o’er and o’er
As we go marching on to victory
Gathering strength at every town as they join our happy band;
Leaving home at country’s call to fight on a foreign strand
As we go marching on to victory
Chorus
Hurrah! Hurrah! Gilgandra to the sea
Hurrah! Hurrah! For the flag that sets us free,
The Turk and Hun will settle at the bottom of the sea
As we go marching onto victory.
Hitchen he will give the word to start us on our way;
Nicholls will command us, also give out the pay;
Machattie, he will pass you in, or else hell pass you out
As we go marching on to victory
How the turkeys travelled when they heard our joyful sound;
How the people marvelled when they saw the Turks go down
It was turkey here and turkey there till we met it with a frown
As we go marching on to victory
Lee, he will go with us, so pass the word along;
The boys will gather in the crops, so well have a little song
Well sing and smoke and crack our joke, as we mingle with the throng,
As we go marching on to victory
And when at last the fighting’s done, and we return from war
The Hun and Turk defeated, and peace declared once more,
Well meet you in Gilgandra, and tell our story’s o’er and o’er
As we go marching on to victory