To the Brown Boys of New Guinea

Hi there, brown boys of New Guinea!

Mighty proud I am of you, Standing by our fighting Aussies, who are soldiers through and through.

You are treading tracks of danger and you risk your lives as well, Bringing in our wounded soldiers from those pitted fields of hell.

You were once the common nigger, whom the white man might despise— Now you are the Fuzzy hero, whom the world should recognise.

You are giving faithful service to our gallant boys; perhaps You’ll be a means to victory, in our fights against the Japs.

Many are my years of travel, many are the tales I’ve told Of the services you rendered, in my ven tures seeking gold.

I can hear your voices calling, I still can hear the thud Of the big brown feet a-plodding, through the heavy, sticky mud.

When we wandered through the jungle on the narrow native track, You were rolling, slipping, sliding, with that load upon your back.

But you faced your hardships bravely, suffering hunger, fear and pain— How I wish I were a youngster, to be with you all again!

Carry on, my faithful comrades—keep on moving, do your stuff, Fighting with our Aussie soldiers, till the Japs have had enough.

Then all men may well acclaim you as a man of noble guise, As a dinkum jui gle hero, whom the world can recognise.