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The Band Played Waltzing Matilda, Eric

When I was a man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the
From the green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all
Then in 1915 my country Son,
It's to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and gave me a gun
And they sent me to the war

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

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

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

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

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

collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to
The armless, the legless, the blind and the
Those proud wounded of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Quay
I looked at the place where me legs to be
And Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to

And the Band played Waltzing
When they carried us down the
Oh nobody cheered, they just there and stared
Then they turned all their away

Now every I sit on my porch
And I watch the pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Renewing their dreams of glories
I see the old men all tired, and worn
Those old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same

And the band plays Matilda
And the old men still answer the
But after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will march at all

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