And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
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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 called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he'd 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
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 arse 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 dyin'
For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and free
To hump tent 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 legless, the armless, the blind, the insane
Those proud, wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was nobody waitin' 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 me porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old 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 that billabong
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
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 called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he'd 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
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 arse 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 dyin'
For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and free
To hump tent 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 legless, the armless, the blind, the insane
Those proud, wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was nobody waitin' 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 me porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old 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 that billabong
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.82] Now, when I was a young man, I carried me pack
[00:11.90] And I lived the free life of the rover
[00:17.95] From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
[00:24.02] Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over
[00:30.08] Then, in 1915, my country said, "Son
[00:36.52] It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done"
[00:42.56] So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun
[00:50.58] And they marched me away to the war
[00:57.09] And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
[01:03.47] As the ship pulled away from the quay
[01:09.50] And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears
[01:17.13] We sailed off for Gallipoli
[01:23.21] And how well I remember that terrible day
[01:29.11] How our blood stained the sand and the water
[01:35.28] And of how, in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
[01:41.00] We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
[01:46.95] Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he'd primed himself well
[01:53.06] He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell
[01:58.95] And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
[02:05.85] Nearly blew us right back to Australia
[02:12.08] But the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
[02:18.32] When we stopped to bury our slain
[02:24.92] We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs
[02:31.93] Then we started all over again
[02:38.68] And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
[02:44.14] In that mad world of blood, death, and fire
[02:50.10] And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
[02:56.02] Though around me the corpses piled higher
[03:02.13] Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
[03:08.18] And when I woke up in me hospital bed
[03:13.57] And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead
[03:20.45] Never knew there was worse things than dyin'
[03:26.59] For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda
[03:32.93] All around the green bush far and free
[03:39.17] To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
[03:46.66] No more Waltzing Matilda for me
[03:53.46] So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
[03:59.53] And they shipped us back home to Australia
[04:05.55] The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane
[04:11.24] Those proud, wounded heroes of Suvla
[04:17.00] And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
[04:22.86] I looked at the place where me legs used to be
[04:28.17] And thanked Christ there was nobody waitin' for me
[04:35.31] To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
[04:41.68] But the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
[04:47.85] As they carried us down the gangway
[04:54.01] But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
[05:01.23] Then they turned all their faces away
[05:07.91] And so, now every April, I sit on me porch
[05:13.88] And I watch the parade pass before me
[05:19.49] And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
[05:25.39] Reviving old dreams of past glories
[05:31.30] And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore
[05:37.32] They're tired, old heroes from a forgotten war
[05:43.13] And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
[05:50.58] And I ask meself the same question
[05:57.05] But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda"
[06:03.44] And the old men still answer the call
[06:09.50] But as year follows year, more old men disappear
[06:17.39] Someday, no one will march there at all
[06:25.52] Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
[06:31.28] Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
[06:37.65] And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong
[06:45.62] Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
[06:52.71]
[00:11.90] And I lived the free life of the rover
[00:17.95] From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
[00:24.02] Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over
[00:30.08] Then, in 1915, my country said, "Son
[00:36.52] It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done"
[00:42.56] So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun
[00:50.58] And they marched me away to the war
[00:57.09] And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
[01:03.47] As the ship pulled away from the quay
[01:09.50] And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears
[01:17.13] We sailed off for Gallipoli
[01:23.21] And how well I remember that terrible day
[01:29.11] How our blood stained the sand and the water
[01:35.28] And of how, in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
[01:41.00] We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
[01:46.95] Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he'd primed himself well
[01:53.06] He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell
[01:58.95] And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
[02:05.85] Nearly blew us right back to Australia
[02:12.08] But the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
[02:18.32] When we stopped to bury our slain
[02:24.92] We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs
[02:31.93] Then we started all over again
[02:38.68] And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
[02:44.14] In that mad world of blood, death, and fire
[02:50.10] And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
[02:56.02] Though around me the corpses piled higher
[03:02.13] Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
[03:08.18] And when I woke up in me hospital bed
[03:13.57] And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead
[03:20.45] Never knew there was worse things than dyin'
[03:26.59] For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda
[03:32.93] All around the green bush far and free
[03:39.17] To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
[03:46.66] No more Waltzing Matilda for me
[03:53.46] So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
[03:59.53] And they shipped us back home to Australia
[04:05.55] The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane
[04:11.24] Those proud, wounded heroes of Suvla
[04:17.00] And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
[04:22.86] I looked at the place where me legs used to be
[04:28.17] And thanked Christ there was nobody waitin' for me
[04:35.31] To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
[04:41.68] But the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
[04:47.85] As they carried us down the gangway
[04:54.01] But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
[05:01.23] Then they turned all their faces away
[05:07.91] And so, now every April, I sit on me porch
[05:13.88] And I watch the parade pass before me
[05:19.49] And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
[05:25.39] Reviving old dreams of past glories
[05:31.30] And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore
[05:37.32] They're tired, old heroes from a forgotten war
[05:43.13] And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
[05:50.58] And I ask meself the same question
[05:57.05] But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda"
[06:03.44] And the old men still answer the call
[06:09.50] But as year follows year, more old men disappear
[06:17.39] Someday, no one will march there at all
[06:25.52] Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
[06:31.28] Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
[06:37.65] And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong
[06:45.62] Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
[06:52.71]