Eric Bogle - And the band played waltzing matilda

When ^FI was a ^Fyoung man I ^Fcarried me ^Dmpack And I ^Flived the free ^Glife of a ^Frover From the Murray's green ^Fbasin to the ^Fdusty Out^Dmback I ^Fwaltzed my Mat^Gilda all ^Fover

Then in ^G1915 me ^Fcountry said, ^FSon It's ^Gtime you stopped rambling there's ^Fwork to be ^Fdone So they gave me a ^Ftin hat, and they ^Fgave me a ^Dmgun And they ^Fmarched me aw^Gay to the ^Fwar

^FAnd the band played ^FWaltzing Mat^Filda When the ship pulled aw^Fay from the ^Gquay^{Csus4 G} And am^Fidst all the ^Dmtears, flag-^Fwaving and ^Dmcheers We ^Fsailed off for ^GGallipo^Fli ^{Csus4 F}

And how ^Fwell I re^Fmember that ^Fterrible ^Dmday When our ^Fblood stained the ^Gsand and the ^Fwater And how in that ^Fhell that they ^Fcall Suvla ^DmBay We were ^Fbutchered like ^Glambs at the ^Fslaughter

Johnny ^GTurk he was ready, he'd ^Fprimed himself ^Fwell He ^Grained us with bullets, and he ^Fshowered us with ^Fshells And in five minutes ^Fflat he'd ^Fblown us all to ^Dmhell Nearly ^Fblew us back ^Ghome to Austr^Falia

^FAnd the band played ^FWaltzing Mat^Filda When we stopped to ^Fbury our ^Gslai^Csus4n ^{G F}We buried ^Dmours, and the ^FTurks buried ^Dmtheirs Then we ^Fstarted all ^Gover ag^Fain^{Csus4 F}

And t^Fhose that were ^Fleft, well, we ^Ftried to sur^Dmvive In that ^Fmad world of ^Gblood, death and ^Ffire And for ten weary ^Fweeks I kept ^Fmyself al^Dmive While ar^Found me the ^Gcorpses piled ^Fhigher

Then a ^Gbig Turkish shell knocked me ^Farse over ^Fhead And ^Gwhen I awoke in me ^Fhospital ^Fbed And saw what it had ^Fdone, well, I ^Fwished I was ^Dmdead Never ^Fknew there was ^Gworse things than ^Fdying

^FSo no more I'll go ^FWaltzing Mat^Filda All around the green ^Fbush far and ^Gnear^{Csus4 G} To ^Fhump tent and ^Dmpegs a ^Fman needs both ^Dmlegs No more ^FWaltzing Mat^Gilda for ^Fme ^{Csus4 F}

So they ^Fgathered the ^Fwounded, the ^Fcrippled, the ^Dmmaimed And they ^Fshipped us back ^Ghome to Austr^Falia The armless, the ^Flegless, the ^Fblind, the in^Dmsane Those ^Fproud wounded ^Gheroes of ^FSuvla

And ^Gwhen the ship pulled into ^FCircular ^FQuay I ^Glooked at the place where me ^Flegs used to ^Fbe And thanked Christ there was ^Fno one there ^Fwaiting for ^Dmme To ^Fgrieve and to ^Gmourn and to ^Fpity

^FAnd the band played ^FWaltzing Mat^Filda When they carried us ^Fdown the gang^Gway ^{Csus4 G} But ^Fnobody ^Dmcheered, they just ^Fstood there and ^Dmstared Then they ^Fturned all their ^Gfaces a^Fway^{Csus4 F}

So ^Fnow every ^FApril I ^Fsit on my ^Dmporch And I ^Fwatch the par^Gade pass be^Ffore me I see my old ^Fcomrades how ^Fproudly they ^Dmmarch Re^Fnewing old ^Gdreams of past ^Fglory

And the ^Gold men march slowly, all ^Fbones stiff and ^Fsore They're ^Gtired old heroes from a ^Fforgotten ^Fwar And the young people ^Fask, "What ^Fare they march^Dming for?" And ^FI ask my^Gself the same ^Fquestion

^FAnd the band plays ^FWaltzing Mat^Filda And the old men still ^Fanswer the ^Gcall^{Csus4 G} But ^Fyear after ^Dmyear their ^Fnumbers are ^Dmfewer Someday ^Fno one will ^Gmarch there at ^Fall^{Csus4 F}

^FWaltzing Matilda, ^FWaltzing Matilda ^FWho'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with ^Gme? And their ^Fghosts may be ^Gheard as ^Dmthey march by the ^FBillabong ^FWho'll come a-^FWaltzing Ma^G7tilda with ^Fme?