N. Ash,
11th A.A.S.C.
MY ANZAC HOME
Come and see my little dug-out—way up on the hill it stands,
Where I can get a lovely view of Anzac’s golden sands;
When “Beachy Bill” is shelling, I can see just where he lands,
From my cosy little dug-out on the hill.
It isn’t quite as roomy as the mansions of the Tsar;
From sitting-room to bedroom is not so very far,
For the dining- and the smoking-room you stay just where you are,
In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.