The Last of the Diggers

Who will march for peace
Now that the last of the diggers has gone
All those who were released
From Sulva Bay and from the Somme
The Mallee is whipped by sand
A great new silence blankets the land
We sure need the stone age
Who will feed the poor
Now that the saint of the gutters is gone
Who will hear the call
For the touch of the Master's hand
The eye of the Master still watches the lamb
We sure need the Stone Age
The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers has won
Who gets sent to war
Who'll lose a child to a foreign coast
Who will leave our shore
This country can be cruel
It'll leave you with scars that never heal
The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers has won