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-Wie left the "Wadey" at break of day, We rode far into the night;
Our loads were - heavy, our horses poor,
But "we pushed them on as we'd done before. And swallowed the dust, and growled and
Till Esani came in sight.
Two days we rested, three days we rode, WUjle the 'planes buzzed overhead. We left Khalassa At dead of night,
And we'rode till dawn; then, streaked with
The mountains of Judah came in sight,
Like watchers o'er the dead.
We kent our horses behind the rise, We followed the "Wadey" round.
And eunset found us behind a hill, Qur horses tired, but ready still
To gallop again at their riders'will,
And watch for the broken ground.
Three miles of a wind-swept, shell-torn
Where death was sure to lurk!
The shrapnel screamed, the bullets whined, Swift death spat out from the redoubts
And red flame showed where the wells were
By the panic-stricken Turk.
The eun set red as we galloped on, Our ranks thinned here and there,
As one dropped out who would ride no
And a groan, a? somebody galloped o'er A foeman, battered and Bick ana sore,
Surrendering in despair!
Onward we rode tiff we reached the towi. At the end.of. the three-mile plain.
Empty and burning the old town lay; The foeman,, beaten, had slunk away, And left us there at the dawn of day,
To follow, and fight again.
The sun rose high on the saddest scene, The last of the boys "gone West!"
They'd all gone opt aB the soldier dies We buried them out on a lonely ''rise"
Where the mournful wind from the desert - Bighs,
We left them there at rest.
Perhaps a cross, or a row of eh el Is, On wind-swept* dusty "rise,"
Will, mark where.#, brave man left the race With a willing heart and a smiling face His grave a Bedouin camping-place
But mefcory never dies!
(Lines written by TROOPER A. BEATTY, Sassa
, fras,'4t!i Light Horse.)