"... So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.
"But the band played 'Waltzing Matilda,'
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,
Then they turned all their faces away. ..."