Poem by Andrew Barton Paterson

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.

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