In this war we're always moving, Moving on;When we make a friend another friend has gone;Should a woman's kindly faceMake us welcome for a space,Then its boot and saddle, Boys, we're Moving on.
In the hospitals they're moving, Moving on;They're here to-day, to-morrow they are gone;When the bravest and the bestOf the Boys you know “Go West,”Then you're choking down your tears and Moving on.
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Canonical recordPOEM-001042
Copy-textThe Kia-Ora Coo-ee (1918-05-15), original 1918 periodical facsimile; compared with SRC-000074
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