A D A When I was a young man, I carried my pack. E A And I lived the free life, of a rover. E From the Murray's green basin, D A To the dusty outback, E A I waltzed my matilda all over. E D A Then in 1915, my country said "son" E "It's time to stop rambling," D A "Cos there's work to be done." D So they gave me a tin hat, A And they gave me a gun, E A And they sent me away to the war. Chorus: D A And the band played Waltzing Matilda, D E As we sailed away from the quay. D And amidst all the tears, A And the shouts and the cheers, E A We sailed off for Galipoli How well I remember that terrible day When the blood stained the sand and the water And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shells And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia Chorus: And the band played Waltzing Matilda As we stopped to bury our slain And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs Then it started all over again Now those who were living did their best to survive In that mad world of death, blood, and fire And for seven long weeks, I kept myself alive While the corpses around me piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit And when I awoke in my hospital bed And saw what it had done, Christ, I wished I was dead Never knew there were worse things than dying Chorus: And no more I'll go waltzing Matilda To the green bushes so far and near For to hang tent and pegs, a man needs two legs No more waltzing Matilda for me So they collected the cripples, the wounded and maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind and insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve and to mourn and to pity Chorus: And the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared And they turned their faces away And now every April, I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reliving their dreams of past glory I see the old men, all twisted and torn The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war And the young people ask me, "What are they marching for?" And I ask myself the same question Chorus: And the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But year after year, their numbers get fewer Someday no one will march there at all Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll go a-waltzing Matilda with me? | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E |