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And the band played Waltzing Mathilda

Now when I was a young man I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover. From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915, my country said, "Son,It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done." So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, And they marched me away to the war. And the band played "Waltzing Matilda," As the ship pulled away from the quay, And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears, We sailed off for Gallipoli. And how well I remember that terrible day, How our blood stained the sand and the water; And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well; He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell -- And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell, Nearly blew us right back to Australia. But the band played "Waltzing Matilda," When we stopped to bury our slain, Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, Then we started all over again. And those that were left, well, we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire. And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher. Then a big Turkish shell knocked me a rse over head, And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead -- Never knew there was worse things than dying. For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda," All around the green bush far and free -- To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs, No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me. So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, And they shipped us back home to Australia. The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane, Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla. And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be, And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, To grieve, to mourn and to pity. But the band played "Waltzing Matilda," As they carried us down the gangway, But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, Then they turned all their faces away. And so now every April, I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me. And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, Reviving old dreams of past glory, And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask "What are they marching for?" And I ask meself the same question. But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda," And the old men still answer the call, But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday, no one will march there at all. Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda. Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong, Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

Intro: A A A D A When I was a young man, I carried my pack. E A And I lived the free life, of a rover. E D From the Murray's green basin, A To the dusty outback, E A I waltzed my matilda all over. E D A Then in 1915, my country said "son" E D "It's time to stop rambling," A "Cos there's work to be done." D So they gave me a tin hat, A And they gave me a gun, E A And they sent me away to the war. D A And the band played Waltzing Matilda, D E As we sailed away from the quay. D And amidst all the cheers, A And the shouts and the tears, E A We sailed off for Galipoli D A How well I remember that terrible day, E A when the blood stained the sand and the water. E D And how in that hell A that they called Souvla Bay E A We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. E D A Johnny Turkey was ready, He'd primed himself well. E D He showered us with bullets, A And he rained us with shells. D And in five minutes flat, A he'd blown us all to hell. E A Nearly blew us right back to Australia. D A And the band played Waltzing Matilda, D E As we stopped to bury our slain. D And we buried ours A and the Turks buried theirs, E A And it started all over again. D A Now those who were living, Did their best to survive, E A In that mad world of guts, blood, and fire. E D And for seven long weeks, A I kept myself alive, E A As the corpses around me piled higher. E D A Then a big Turkish shell, Knocked me arse over tit. E D And when I awoke A in my hospital bed, D And saw what it had done, A Christ I wished I was dead. E A Never knew there were worse things than dying. D A And no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda, D E To the green bushes so far and near. D For to hang tent and pegs A A man needs two legs. E A No more Waltzing Matilda for me. D A So they collected the crippled, The wounded and maimed, E A And they sent us back home to Australia. E D The legless, the armless, A the blind and insane. E A Those proud wounded heroes of Souvla E D A And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay E D I looked at the place A where my legs used to be. D And thank Christ, there was nobody A waiting for me, E A To grieve and to mourn and to pity. D A And the band played Waltzing Matilda, D E As they carried us down the gangway. D But nobody cheered, A They just stood and stared, E A And they turned their faces away. D A And now every April, I sit on my porch, E A And I watch the parades pass before me. E D I see my old comrades, A How proudly they march. E A Reliving the dreams of past glory. E D A I see the old men, all twisted and torn. E D The forgotten heroes A of a forgotten war. D And the young people ask me, A What are they marching for? E A And I ask my self the same question. D A And the band plays Waltzing Matilda, D E And the old men still answer the call. D But year after year, A Their numbers get fewer, E A Someday no-one will march there at all. A D Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda A E Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me? Outro: A A E A http://www.azchords.com/p/pogues-5469/waltzingmatilda-193504.html

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Una ballata antimilitarista sullo sbarco delle truppe australiane nella baia di Suvla nella campagna dei Dardanelli, durante la prima guerra mondiale. Il brano è stato ripreso da molti artisti, tra i quali i Pogues (in Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash - 1985).  Giulietta Beltrame

La canzone originale "Waltzing Matilda", di cui si parla nel testo, si riferisce probabilmente ad un episodio avvenuto durante i giorni del violento sciopero dei tosatori nell'Australia occidentale del 1894.(Canzoni contro la guerra)

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Autore testo:  Eric Bogle
Anno: 
1972
Lingua:  inglese
Inserito da: ilDeposito.org
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