THE DARDANELLES.

Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 5, Issue 150, 25 February 1916, Page 3 (Supplement)

THE DARDANELLES.

The Cornstalk found it sultry When he went to fight the Turk: But, hot with indignation he Was warming to tiie work; And fir>t he shed his khaki coat, And then ho sloughed his vest. Then, gett : ng down to Nature's self. He stripped hiu manly chest; He seldom wore his boots at all, Barefooted he would go; He sa d he wasn't needing socks— He'd give 'em to the foe! His trousers he cut down to shorts, And, nearly naked then. The Turk looked on the Cornstalkers And saw that thev were men!

They are handy with the rifle. And their big guns drop "some" shells, In the 'Nelles —the Dardanelles: And the Turk he shakes his solemn head, And each to t'other tells That they wish those big Australians Hadn't come unto the Nelles— For it's shells and yells and little hells In the Darda-Dardan »l!es!

Now the Cornstalk has a brother. Who's the big New l.l kid . He came to help the contra, — Turkey's sorry that lie did; He arrived without a welcome, And they wished K'd go away. But lie planked his "oot do v. n on 1 lie shore, And said he'd come to stay. He's got a mighty list on him — Lord he p the Turk he biffed ! They tried to blow him back again. But found he wouldn't shii't. Id's feet they don't turn backwards — 'Tis a route lie's never gone, The more they try to push him out, The more he pushes on : He say- he doesn't like the Turk, He's nasty, and he smeils — There'd be sweeter air without him In the 'Nelles —the Dardanelles! And so he hunts the vermin, On the cliffs and in the dells. In time with gentle " Lizzie's'' voice, That screeches from the 'Nelles— Oh. the shel's and yells make little hellIn the Darda-Dardanelles!

You put the two together, As a couple they're a treat: Hard as nails and tough as leather Too deuced hard to beat; They've settled down in Turkey. For with steel they pegged a claim

They have christened their new country— And " Anzac" is the name: Which stands for that Australian And that New Zealand (hap, A name they made up in their head.— It wasn't on the map. But now, by gum ! it's written there. in blood, and will remain: A new name, printed deep: no Turk W II e'er erase again ! Let us remember Anzac. And the glorious tale it tells. How Britain from the Overseas Came to the Dardanelles — To tlu- shells and yells and little hells ( f l!:• l);u(hi-l)an!anelk!