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The Band Played Waltzing Matilda, Eric

When I was a young man I me pack
And I lived the life of the rover
From the Murray's green to the dusty outback
I my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my said: Son,
It's time to stop rambling, 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 played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the
And all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We off for Gallipoli

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 lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself
He us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we all blown to hell
He nearly blew us home to Australia

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

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

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

They the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the and the insane
Those proud heroes of Suvla
And when the ship into Circular Quay
I looked at the where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there for me
To grieve and to mourn and to

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

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

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

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