Down at Anzac, In the night-time
When we go out patrolling
Down at Anzac In this moon time
You can hear those jam-tins rolling
And old Abdul’s rifles rattle,
you can hear his bullets crackle
Down at Anzac.
Chorus
Rollalong Beachy Billy,
Roll along
But you’ll miss us,
In the night-time.” [Popular trench song]
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