In gullies, clefts and dells,
Beneath the shade of Sari Bair
They watch the Dardanelles.
To other lands their mates have fled
Fresh fields of war to find,
They sleep, but sleep uneasily
The men who stay behind.
What drums upon the narrow seas
That run by Sed-el-Bahr
Come, Digger, up! Come, Tommy, up!