He was all I had to give,
Now life has nothing for me:
For my heart lies dead in a nameless grave
On far Gallipoli.

Why should I dry my tears,
Or talk of victory?
For my heart lies dead in a nameless grave
On far Gallipoli.

God guard all mothers' sons
Fighting for liberty,
—But my heart lies dead in a nameless grave
On far Gallipoli.