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The Band Played Waltzing Matilda, Eric

When I was a man I carried me pack
And I lived the life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the outback
I waltzed my all over
Then in 1915 my said: Son,
It's time to stop rambling, work to be done
So gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing
When the pulled away from the quay
And all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for

It well I that terrible day
When our stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they Suvla Bay
We were butchered lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us shell
And in five minutes flat, we all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back to Australia

And the played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to our slain
Well we buried ours and the buried theirs
it started all over again

Oh those that living just tried to survive
In mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself
While around me the piled higher
Then a big Turkish knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was
I never knew there was worse than dying

Oh no more go Waltzing Matilda
All around the bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs legs
No waltzing Matilda for me

collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of
And when the ship pulled Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs to be
And thank Christ there was no one waiting for me
To grieve and to and to pity

And the played Waltzing Matilda
they carried us down the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, they stood there and stared
they turned all their faces away

Now every April I sit on my
And I watch the parade before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Renewing their dreams of past
I see the old men all tired, stiff and
weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are marching for?"
And I ask the same question

And the plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still the call
But year after year, their numbers get
Someday, no one march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing
come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who'll come Matilda with me?