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ARMS all swing in unison, keeping time to beat of drum.
Boots all shiny rise and fall, tread together, comrades all. Colours of white, khaki and blue, sworn to serve their country true.
Duty bonds them all as one.
Ears attuned to trumpet tone, or pipers’ skirl and bagpipe drone.
Forged like iron our lives to defend, with skill of eyes and hands to blend.
GENERAL SALUTE the Major’s shout, esprit de corps not in doubt.
Honoured by all as they march away, ready to fight on dreaded day.
Geoff Graetz, Gawler East
