Poppies blow in the breeze,
That once carried sound of a dying man wheeze
Of those who’s blood we shed
Of those who fought and breathed and bled
In Gallipoli

We are the Fallen, the battlefield dead
Of us from long ago
With tales of misery and woe
In Gallipoli

I lie beneath blood and tears
Screams of pain, strength and fears
Crosses stand above many wasted lives
In Gallipoli