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 boot and saddle, boys, we're 
Moving on.

In the 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.

More Banjo Paterson poems recorded by Wallis and Matilda