A_______________D____________A
Now_when_I_was_a_young_man_I_carried_me_pack_
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And_I_lived_the_free_life_of_the_rover.
A_______________________D_____________A
From_the_Murrays_green_basin_to_the_dusty_outback,
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Well,_I_waltzed_my_Matilda_all_over.
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Then_in_1915,_my_country_said,_"Son,
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Its_time_you_stop_ramblin,_theres_work_to_be_done."
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So_they_gave_me_a_tin_hat,_and_they_gave_me_a_gun,
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And_they_marched_me_away_to_the_war.
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And_the_band_played_"Waltzing_Matilda,"
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As_the_ship_pulled_away_from_the_quay,
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And_amidst_all_the_cheers,_the_flag_waving,_and_tears,
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We_sailed_off_for_Gallipoli.
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And_how_well_I_remember_that_terrible_day,
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How_our_blood_stained_the_sand_and_the_water;
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And_of_how_in_that_hell_that_they_call_Suvla_Bay
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We_were_butchered_like_lambs_at_the_slaughter.
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Johnny_Turk,_he_was_waitin,_he_primed_himself_well;
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He_showered_us_with_bullets,_and_he_rained_us_with_shell_–
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And_in_five_minutes_flat,_hed_blown_us_all_to_hell,
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Nearly_blew_us_right_back_to_Australia.
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But_the_band_played_"Waltzing_Matilda,"
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When_we_stopped_to_bury_our_slain,
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Well,_we_buried_ours,_and_the_Turks_buried_theirs,
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Then_we_started_all_over_again.
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And_those_that_were_left,_well,_we_tried_to_survive
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In_that_mad_world_of_blood,_death_and_fire.
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And_for_ten_weary_weeks_I_kept_myself_alive
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Though_around_me_the_corpses_piled_higher.
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Then_a_big_Turkish_shell_knocked_me_arse_over_head,
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And_when_I_woke_up_in_me_hospital_bed
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And_saw_what_it_had_done,_well,_I_wished_I_was_dead_–
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Never_knew_there_was_worse_things_than_dying.
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For_Ill_go_no_more_"Waltzing_Matilda,"
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All_around_the_green_bush_far_and_free_–
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To_hump_tents_and_pegs,_a_man_needs_both_legs,
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No_more_"Waltzing_Matilda"_for_me.
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So_they_gathered_the_crippled,_the_wounded,_the_maimed,
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And_they_shipped_us_back_home_to_Australia.
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The_armless,_the_legless,_the_blind,_the_insane,
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Those_proud_wounded_heroes_of_Suvla.
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And_as_our_ship_sailed_into_Circular_Quay,
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I_looked_at_the_place_where_me_legs_used_to_be,
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And_thanked_Christ_there_was_nobody_waiting_for_me,
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To_grieve,_to_mourn_and_to_pity.
A_______________________D_________A
But_the_band_played_"Waltzing_Matilda,"
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As_they_carried_us_down_the_gangway,
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But_nobody_cheered,_they_just_stood_and_stared,
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Then_they_turned_all_their_faces_away.
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And_so_now_every_April,_I_sit_on_my_porch
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And_I_watch_the_parade_pass_before_me.
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And_I_see_my_old_comrades,_how_proudly_they_march,
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Reviving_old_dreams_of_past_glory,
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And_the_old_men_march_slowly,_all_bones_stiff_and_sore,
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Theyre_tired_old_heroes_from_a_forgotten_war
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And_the_young_people_ask_"What_are_they_marching_for?"
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And_I_ask_meself_the_same_question.
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But_the_band_plays_"Waltzing_Matilda,"
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And_the_old_men_still_answer_the_call,
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But_as_year_follows_year,_more_old_men_disappear
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Someday,_no_one_will_march_there_at_all.
A___________________D
Waltzing_Matilda,_waltzing_Matilda.
A_____________D__________A__________E
Wholl_come_a-waltzing_Matilda_with_me?
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And_their_ghosts_may_be_heard_as_they_march_by_the_billabong,
A______________D________E___________A
Wholl_come_a-Waltzing_Matilda_with_me?
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