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THERE'S many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, / For he hears a voice in the future call, and he trains for the war to come; / A serious light in his eyes is seen as he comes from the schoolhouse gate; / He keeps his kit and his rifle clean, and he sees that his back is straight.
But straight or crooked, or round, or lame -- you may let these words take root; / As the time draws near for the sterner game, all boys should learn to shoot, / From the beardless youth to the grim grey-beard, let Australians ne'er forget, / A lame limb never has interfered with a brave man's shooting yet.