Tis not my home that I defend
On this hostile, distant shore
Whose coves and beaches run with blood
Now I ask myself, what for?

Where friend and foe in kinship died
Where they fell like autumn leaves
Celebrate their precious memory
Else no-one still believes

This farcical irrelevance
In a country far away
Shall stand through time in infamy
Recalled with pride on Anzac Day

The coldest condemnation
That passing years have told
Were it not for bungled politics
The Turk would have stood with us

Tis not my home that I defend
But a dream of liberty
The bloke across the wire
Has the same belief as me

So shed a tear each springtime
For those you never knew
Who gave their lives at Suvla Bay
Who gave their lives for you