Poem - A.B. ‘Banjo’ Paterson

Moving On

By A.B. ‘Banjo’ Paterson

(Egypt 1918)

In this war we’re always moving,

Moving on;

When we make a friend another friend has gone;

Should a woman’s kindly face

Make us welcome for a space,

Then it’s boots and saddle, boys, we’re

Moving on.

In hospitals they’re moving,

Moving on;

They’re here today, tomorrow they are gone;

When the bravest and the best

Of the boys you know ‘go west’,

Then you’re choking down your tears and

Moving on.