Oh, old Gallipoli's a wonderful placeWhere the boys in the trenches the foe have to face,But they never grumble, they smile through it all,Very soon they expect Achi Baba to fall.At least when I asked them, that's what they told meIn Constantinople quite soon we would be,But if war lasts till Doomsday I think we'll still beWhere old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea.

****** We don't grow potatoes or barley or wheat,So we're on the lookout for something to eat,We're fed up with biscuits and bully and hamAnd we're sick of the sight of yon parapet jam.Send out steak and onions and nice ham and eggsAnd a fine big fat chicken with five or six legs,And a drink of the stuff that begins with a "B"Where old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea.