Marching Song of the 3rd Light Horse

We're horsemen from Australia of the good old British breed, We rallied to the colours when we heard the Empire's need, You bet we're out to play the game, and if we don't succeed, We'll join our mates who took the count before us. We are, we are, the Third Light Horse Brigade. We face the odds with ne'er a man afraid, We lost our gallant comrades and there's many a score unpaid, Undaunted still we're out for what's before us. Eighth, Ninth, Tenth, and Signallers, Field Ambulance and Train We did our bit at Anzac, where we'd like to go again, For though we got it in the neck, we'll fight with might and main, To square our mates who took the count before us. We are, we are, the Third Light Horse Brigade. We face the odds with ne'er a man afraid, We lost our gallant comrades and there's many a score unpaid, Undaunted still we're out for what's before us. Send the news to Kitchener, tell Birdwood with a snap, Say that we Australian boys are busting for a scrap. We want to tackle Germany and wipe her off the Map, Then toast our mates who took the count before us. We are, we are, the Third Light Horse Brigade. We face the odds with ne'er a man afraid, We lost our gallant comrades and there's many a score unpaid, Undaunted still we're out for what's before us. We are, we are, the Third Light Horse Brigade. We face the odds with ne'er a man afraid, We lost our gallant comrades and there's many a score unpaid, Undaunted still we're out for what's before us.