And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda
[Verse 1]
Now when I was a young man I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915, my country said son, it's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war
[Refrain]
And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the Quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and cheers, we sailed off for Gallipoli
[Verse 2]
And how well I remember that terrible day, how our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he'd 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
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
[Refrain]
But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, then we started all over again
[Verse 3]
And those that were left, well we tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive, though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, and when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, and I wished I was dead, never knew there was worse things than dyin'
[Refrain]
For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda, all around the green bush far and near
To hang tent and pegs, a man needs both legs-no more Waltzing Matilda for me
[Verse 4]
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia
The legless, the armless, the blind, 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 thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, to grieve, to mourn, and to pity
[Refrain]
But the band played Waltzing Matilda, as they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away
[Verse 5]
And so now every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, renewing their dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore, the weary heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask, what are they marching for? ... and I ask myself the same question
[Refrain]
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer the call
But as year follows year, the numbers get fewer, someday no one will march there at all
[Verse 6]
"Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"