Early dawn, the Dardanelles Johnny Turk won't know what hit him Drop the ladders down the side Thirty Men to every lifeboat Silence shattered, rifle crack Hell break loose with spiteful flashes Easy targets, hit the beach Run like hell through blood and water And it's heads down lads there's shrapnel flyin' To the left and right, men are dyin' And there's no retreat, no standing sill Onwards boys to The Top Of the Hill Run for cover, drop your kit Under scrub fix bayonet, and Trench by trench, and hand to hand Up Scrubby Knoll and Chunuk Bair And it's heads down lads there's shrapnel flyin' To the left and right, men are dyin' And there's no retreat, no standing sill Onwards boys to The Top Of the Hill Some have stood, and some have fallen Some are lying, torn and bleeding And for us who still remain We'll show their loss was not in vain And it's heads down lads there's shrapnel flyin' To the left and right, men are dyin' And there's no retreat, no standing sill And it's heads down lads there's shrapnel flyin' To the left and right, men are dyin' And there's no retreat, no standing sill Onwards boys to The Top Of the Hill