The Dubliners - And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda lyrics
[The Dubliners - And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda lyrics]
When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin
To the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: "Son
It's time to stop rambling
There's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat
And they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears
Flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli
It's well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready
He primed himself well
He rained us with bullets
And he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat
We were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and
The Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again
Oh those that were living
Just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death, and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked
Me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was
Worse things than dying
Oh, no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs
A man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
They collected the wounded, the crippled
The maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless
The blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where
Me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no
One there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh, nobody cheered
They just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
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
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What
Are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
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 come a Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as
They march by the billabong
So who'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me?
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin
To the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: "Son
It's time to stop rambling
There's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat
And they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears
Flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli
It's well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready
He primed himself well
He rained us with bullets
And he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat
We were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and
The Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again
Oh those that were living
Just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death, and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked
Me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was
Worse things than dying
Oh, no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs
A man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
They collected the wounded, the crippled
The maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless
The blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where
Me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no
One there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh, nobody cheered
They just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
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
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What
Are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
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 come a Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as
They march by the billabong
So who'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me?