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The Band Played Waltzing Matilda, Eric

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

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

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

And the band played Matilda
When we stopped to bury our
Well we buried ours and the Turks theirs
Then it started all again

Oh those were 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 corpses higher
Then a big shell knocked me arse over head
And I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew was worse things than dying

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

They the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to
The armless, the legless, the and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of
And the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place me legs used to be
And thank there was no one there waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity

And the Band played Matilda
When they carried us the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, just stood there and stared
Then turned all their faces away

Now April I sit on my porch
And I watch the pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they
Renewing dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and
Those old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they for?"
And I ask myself the question

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

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