From hills of beloved home
Mountains and plains
Young soldiers, faces roan
Horsemen with jingling reins

Muffled hooves on burning sand
Bum-fluff soldiers gave their all
Walers carried the merry band
Into war they rode, some to fall

Posters telling farm boys to join up
Shiny buttons, new uniform and a cup
Born in the saddle from day one
Brave horsemen everyone

Sabres glinting in desert sun
They dug their spurs to Waler's sides
The Turks eveready to cut and run
Our boys turned the tides

Charging the Turks, gunfire cut them down
Walers jumped over the guns, crashing
Many a Turk looked, turned around
Horses squealed, men, fisticuffs bashing

Terrified Turks tried to run into the desert sun
Aussie horsemen won the day, took the wells
The Battle of Beersheba had been won
From boys to men their pride swells