I do know "the dreaded tune called High Germany" which conveniently has my name in it:
Oh colleen, love, oh colleen love, the rout has now begun, And I must go a-marching to the beating of a drum. Come, dress your self all in your best and come along with me And I'll take you to the wars, me love, in High Germany.
Your song is very much in the spirit of "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" about the blood-price the Aussie troops paid at Gallipoli to erase the stain of their convict heritage: How well I remember that terrible day, Our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well. He showered us with bullets, he rained us with shells, And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell, Nearly blew us back home to Australia.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda, As we stopped to bury our slain, We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, And we started all over again.
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