He's a drover drifting over Western plains,
He's a city lad, a clark down Flinder's Lane,
They're in the trenches at Lone Pine,
And on the Flander's firing line,
A willing band of ordinary men.
He's a pilot on a midnight bombing raid,
He's an Able Seaman on the Armidale
She's a nurse in Vietnam,
They're on patrol in Uruzgan,
Sons and daughters rising to the call.
The spirit of the ANZACs,
Will live on and on and on.