Eric Bogle - And the band played waltzing matilda

When ^GI was a ^Cyoung man I ^Gcarried me ^Empack And I ^Glived the free ^Dlife of a ^Grover From the Murray's green ^Cbasin to the ^Gdusty Out^Emback I ^Gwaltzed my Mat^Dilda all ^Gover

Then in ^D1915 me ^Ccountry said, ^GSon It's ^Dtime you stopped rambling there's ^Cwork to be ^Gdone So they gave me a ^Ctin hat, and they ^Ggave me a ^Emgun And they ^Gmarched me aw^Day to the ^Gwar

^GAnd the band played ^CWaltzing Mat^Gilda When the ship pulled aw^Cay from the ^Dquay^{Dsus4 D} And am^Cidst all the ^Amtears, flag-^Gwaving and ^Emcheers We ^Gsailed off for ^DGallipo^Gli ^{Gsus4 G}

And how ^Gwell I re^Cmember that ^Gterrible ^Emday When our ^Gblood stained the ^Dsand and the ^Gwater And how in that ^Chell that they ^Gcall Suvla ^EmBay We were ^Gbutchered like ^Dlambs at the ^Gslaughter

Johnny ^DTurk he was ready, he'd ^Cprimed himself ^Gwell He ^Drained us with bullets, and he ^Cshowered us with ^Gshells And in five minutes ^Cflat he'd ^Gblown us all to ^Emhell Nearly ^Gblew us back ^Dhome to Austr^Galia

^GAnd the band played ^CWaltzing Mat^Gilda When we stopped to ^Cbury our ^Dslai^Dsus4n ^{D C}We buried ^Amours, and the ^GTurks buried ^Emtheirs Then we ^Gstarted all ^Dover ag^Gain^{Gsus4 G}

And t^Ghose that were ^Cleft, well, we ^Gtried to sur^Emvive In that ^Gmad world of ^Dblood, death and ^Gfire And for ten weary ^Cweeks I kept ^Gmyself al^Emive While ar^Gound me the ^Dcorpses piled ^Ghigher

Then a ^Dbig Turkish shell knocked me ^Carse over ^Ghead And ^Dwhen I awoke in me ^Chospital ^Gbed And saw what it had ^Cdone, well, I ^Gwished I was ^Emdead Never ^Gknew there was ^Dworse things than ^Gdying

^GSo no more I'll go ^CWaltzing Mat^Gilda All around the green ^Cbush far and ^Dnear^{Dsus4 D} To ^Chump tent and ^Ampegs a ^Gman needs both ^Emlegs No more ^GWaltzing Mat^Dilda for ^Gme ^{Gsus4 G}

So they ^Ggathered the ^Cwounded, the ^Gcrippled, the ^Emmaimed And they ^Gshipped us back ^Dhome to Austr^Galia The armless, the ^Clegless, the ^Gblind, the in^Emsane Those ^Gproud wounded ^Dheroes of ^GSuvla

And ^Dwhen the ship pulled into ^CCircular ^GQuay I ^Dlooked at the place where me ^Clegs used to ^Gbe And thanked Christ there was ^Cno one there ^Gwaiting for ^Emme To ^Ggrieve and to ^Dmourn and to ^Gpity

^GAnd the band played ^CWaltzing Mat^Gilda When they carried us ^Cdown the gang^Dway ^{Dsus4 D} But ^Cnobody ^Amcheered, they just ^Gstood there and ^Emstared Then they ^Gturned all their ^Dfaces a^Gway^{Gsus4 G}

So ^Gnow every ^CApril I ^Gsit on my ^Emporch And I ^Gwatch the par^Dade pass be^Gfore me I see my old ^Ccomrades how ^Gproudly they ^Emmarch Re^Gnewing old ^Ddreams of past ^Gglory

And the ^Dold men march slowly, all ^Cbones stiff and ^Gsore They're ^Dtired old heroes from a ^Cforgotten ^Gwar And the young people ^Cask, "What ^Gare they march^Eming for?" And ^GI ask my^Dself the same ^Gquestion

^GAnd the band plays ^CWaltzing Mat^Gilda And the old men still ^Canswer the ^Dcall^{Dsus4 D} But ^Cyear after ^Amyear their ^Gnumbers are ^Emfewer Someday ^Gno one will ^Dmarch there at ^Gall^{Gsus4 G}

^GWaltzing Matilda, ^CWaltzing Matilda ^GWho'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with ^Dme? And their ^Gghosts may be ^Dheard as ^Emthey march by the ^CBillabong ^CWho'll come a-^GWaltzing Ma^D7tilda with ^Gme?