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'''The Capture of Boomerang Trench''' is a poem by W. F. Rollo, dedicated to all ranks of the [[1st_Battalion_(Regular_Army)_Border_Regiment|1st Border Regiment]].
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:Crouched down in the shelter of the trench, <br>
:While mortars shelled their way, <br>
:And naval might screaming thro' the air, <br>
:The Border fighters lay <br>
:In eager expectation, while <br>
:Red was their spirits sang, <br>
:For theirs the honour of the day - <br>
:To win the Boomerang! <br>
<br>
 
:Like pack of hounds they strained the leash, <br>
 
:And while commands rang out, <br>
:Like pack of hounds they strained the leash,
:Like pack of hounds they raced to gain <br>
:And while commands rang out,
:The Boomerang Redoubt; <br>
:Like pack of hounds they raced to gain
:No chance the Turkish rifle fire <br>
:The Boomerang Redoubt;
:To stay their swift career <br>
:No chance the Turkish rifle fire
:Across the hundred yards of scrub, <br>
:To stay their swift career
:Or quell their frenzied cheer. <br>
:Across the hundred yards of scrub,
<br>
:Or quell their frenzied cheer.
:They swept the foe from parapet, <br>
 
:From round each maxim grin, <br>
 
:And hardly in their fury paused <br>
:They swept the foe from parapet,
:When bullet touched a limb, <br>
:From round each maxim grin,
:With butt and bayonet they slew <br>
:And hardly in their fury paused
:In onslaught none could face, <br>
:When bullet touched a limb,
:And cheered again, as in dismay <br>
:With butt and bayonet they slew
:The foeman fled the place. <br>
:In onslaught none could face,
<br>
:And cheered again, as in dismay
:Tho' fierce the fight, so brief the same, <br>
:The foeman fled the place.
:That they who watched behind <br>
 
:Scarce thought the thrilling deed was o'er <br>
 
:Its like seemed hard to find, <br>
:Tho' fierce the fight, so brief the same,
:For when the Borders left their trench,<br>
:That they who watched behind
<br>
:Scarce thought the thrilling deed was o'er
:Few minutes scarce had run <br>
:Its like seemed hard to find,
:Till their victorious shout proclaimed <br>
:For when the Borders left their trench,
:The Boomerang was won.<br>
 
 
:Few minutes scarce had run
:Till their victorious shout proclaimed
:The Boomerang was won.
|author=L/Cpl. W. F. Rollo
|source=Stray Shots from the [[Dardanelles]]}}
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* Original source: ''Stray Shots from the [[Dardanelles]], A collection by Lance Corporal W.F. Rollo'' dedicated to All Ranks of the 1st Battalion the Border Regiment, The Gallipolian, No.46, Christmas 1984, p.17.
 
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