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The Band Waltzing Matilda, Eric Bogle

When I was a man I carried me pack
And I lived the free of the rover
the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all
in 1915 my country said: 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 played Waltzing Matilda
When the pulled away from the quay
And all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We off for Gallipoli

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

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

Oh those that were just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept alive
While me the corpses piled higher
a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I I was dead
I knew there was worse things than dying

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

They collected the wounded, the crippled, the
And they us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the
proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Quay
I at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity

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

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, and worn
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 year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will there at all

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