Oh how happy we will be,
When we reach old Miserata
On the road to Tripoli.
Rocky mountains of Takrouna
Where Ngarimu sleeps so still
For his courage we'll remember
Ngarimu's victory hill.
In the Palace of the Pasha
Looking out across the sea
I can see the governor's daughter
And she's waiting there for me
From Orsogna's sunny mountains .
To Cassino's blood and hell;
On to the Eternal City;
Frosinone, fare thee well!
Rolling wheels across Italia,
'Twill be hard to think it's real,
When the blue Pacific waters
Roll again beneath our keel.
And when/now we're back in old Petone
Where the rugby's just a game
And with sweethearts we'll be walking
Once again down lovers lane
But we always will remember
As we sing this old refrain
All the boys we left behind us
Who won't be coming home.
Sleep in peace beneath the olives
In the sunshine and the rain
You are with us still in memory
Until the day we march again.