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| Intro: |
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| When I was a y | oung man, I c | arried my pack. |
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| And I lived the free | life, of a | rover. |
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| From the M | urray's green | basin, |
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| To the du | sty outback, |
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| I waltzed my m | atilda all ov | er. |
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| Then in | 1915, my co | untry said so | n. |
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| It's ti | me to stop r | ambling, |
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| Cos there's w | ork to be done. |
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| So they gave me a t | in hat, |
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| And they gave me a | gun, |
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| And they sent me | away to the w | ar. |
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| And the band played W | altzing M | atilda, |
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| As we sailed a | way from the | quay. |
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| And am | idst all the cheers, |
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| And the s | houts and the tears, |
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| We sailed off for | Gallipo | li. |
| Well I remember that terrible day, |
| when the blood stained the sand and the water. |
| And how in that hell that they call Suvla bay |
| We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. |
| Johnny Turk he was ready, |
| He'd primed himself well. |
| He shower'd 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. |
| And the band played Waltzing Matilda, |
| As we stopped to bury our slain. |
| And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs, |
| And 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, |
| As the corpses around me piled higher. |
| Then a big Turkish shell, |
| Knocked me ass 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. |
| 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 crippled, |
| The wounded and maimed, |
| And they sent 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. |
| 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 the 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 myslef 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 noone will march there at all. |
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| Waltzing Matilda, | Waltzing Matilda |
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| Who's gonna waltz the matilda with | me? |
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| Outro: |
I've sorted out the "?" words It was Suvla bay where the troops landed at Gallipoli (Turkey)Circular quay is in Sydney.
Stuart
http://getsome.org/guitar/olga/chordpro/p/The.Pogues/WaltzingMatlida.chopro
chords are in the wrong places
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