The band played  "Waltzing Matilda"
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1. When I was a young man I carried my pack,

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    and I lived the free life of a rover.

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    From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback,

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    I waltzed my Matilda all over.

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    Then in nineteen fifteen me country said, 'Son,

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    it's time to stop rambling, there's 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 sent me away to the war.

 

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And the band played 'Waltzing Matilda'

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when the ship pulled away from the quay.

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And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers,

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we sailed off for Galipoli.

 

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2. Oh it's well I remember that terrible day,

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    when our blood stained the sand and the water.

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    And how in that hell they called Suvla Bay

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     we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.

 

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    Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well

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    he rained us with bullets and he showered us with shell.

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    And in five minutes flat we were all blown to hell,

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    he nearly blew us back home to Australia.

 

 

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And the band played Waltzing Matilda,

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when we stopped to bury our slain.

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While we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs,

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then it started all over again.

 

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3. Oh, those that were living just 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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    when 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 awoke in me hospital bed,

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    and saw what it had done, I wished I was dead,

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    I never knew there was worse things than dying.

 

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For no more I'll go 'Waltzing Matilda',

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all around the green bush, far and near.

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For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs,

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no more 'Waltzing Matilda' for me.

 

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4. They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed,

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    and they shipped us back home to Australia.

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    The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane,

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    those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.

 

 

 

 

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    And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay,

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    I looked at the place where me leg used to be.

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    And thanked Christ, there was no one a waiting for me,

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    to grieve, and to mourn, and to pity.

 

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And the band played 'Waltzing Matilda',

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while they carried us down the gangway.

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Oh, nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared,

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then they turned all those faces away.

 

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5. 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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    I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,

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    renewing the dreams of past glory.

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    I see the old men, all tired, stiff and worn,

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    those weary old heroes of a forgotten war.

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    And the young people ask 'What are they marching for?'

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    and I ask myself the same question.

 

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And the band plays 'Waltzing Matilda',

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and the old men still answer the call.

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But year after year their number'll get fewer,

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some day no one will march there at all.

 

 

 

 

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    Waltzing matilda', waltzing matilda,

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    who'll come a-waltzing matilda with me ?

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    And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the Billabong,

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    oh, who'll come a-waltzing matilda with me?    

 

    (Dubliners)