Our Digger

It was a bright cold sunny morning The mist lifted without warning As we walked through the cemetery gate It had been nearly a hundred years wait Outside of the Ieper Menin Gate We had come to honour you, mate About a kilometre down the Menin road You marched this way with your pack and rifle load But counter battery fire had put paid to you When you died with your mates too And you lay so long asleep With now a promise we did finally keep To visit you from Australia the Great Southern land Keeping a family promise made long ago without demand Honouring a fallen Digger lying far from his home In Belgium's sacred soil "Good on you, cobber" you've finished your earthly toils.