Schoolboy Ethics By Maurice Fairfield

We're not going to cut and run We'll stay till the job is done We're hard men here in Australia We'll hang tough and never fail ya Socialists and Greenies may Live to fight another day. We'll stay till the job is done We will never cut and run Downer and his buddy John Show example to us all Sweating in the desert sun They will never cut and run

Through the smoke and stink of battle As the mighty gunships roar And civilians die like cattle Their resolve is strong and sure Rifles ready in their hand Issuing their stern command Like their Grandads gone before Thirsting for another war. Showing the way to you and me Think about Gallipoli If your courage starts to fail Think of all those Anzacs who

Would have voted for John Howard If they'd lived to have the chance If the chance were in their reach Dying on that bloody beach Present folly ancient loss Who cares if he stays the boss Blood and sorrow, death and pain These the facts that will remain When the votes are counted in When these scruffy little men Plump and feeble short of breath Feed on other people's death

Copyright ©2004  Maurice Fairfield

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