On this fateful morn so long ago
The 'Diggers' name was made
By that khaki band in foreign lands
Their memory shall not fade
Reverses they met as warriors all
Just guided by their fates
Each knew as he saw another fall
He had had twenty thousand mates
Whichever the foe - wherever they went
They fought for freedoms cause
In thankfulness let one and all
Upon this moment pause
Should it be our lot in time to come
To follow in their tracks
Let us pray that we can emulate
The deeds of our ANZACS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem