Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон)

Moving On

In this war we’re always moving, 
Moving on; 
When we make a friend another friend has gone; 
Should a woman’s kindly face 
Make us welcome for a space, 
Then it’s boot and saddle, boys, we’re 
Moving on. 
In the hospitals they’re moving, 
Moving on; 
They’re here today, tomorrow they are gone; 
When the bravest and the best 
Of the boys you know ”go west”, 
Then you’re choking down your tears and 
Moving on.

1. The Angel’s Kiss
2. The Lost Leichardt
3. Rio Grande’s Last Race
4. The Ballad of G. R. Dibbs
5. The Scorcher and the Howling Swell

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