'Twas the night before Anzac, when all through the trench Not a creature was stirring, not even the French; The ladders were stacked by the sandbags with care, In hopes that Jacka VC soon would be there; The diggers were nestled all snug in their beds;
A Visit From St. Jacka VC
A Visit From St. Jacka VC
A Visit From St. Jacka VC
'Twas the night before Anzac, when all through the trench Not a creature was stirring, not even the French; The ladders were stacked by the sandbags with care, In hopes that Jacka VC soon would be there; The diggers were nestled all snug in their beds;