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