Eric Bogle - Waltzing my matilda

^GWhen I was a ^Cyoung man I ^Dcarried my ^Gpack ^GAnd I lived the free ^Dlife of a ^Crover ^{G G}From the Murrays green ^Cbasin to the ^Ddusty out^Gback ^GI waltzed my Mat^Dilda all o^Gver ^GThen in ^Dnineteen fifteen my ^Ccountry said ^GSon ^GIt's ^Dtime to stop rambling 'cause there's ^Cwork to be ^Gdone ^GSo they gave me a ^Ctin hat and they ^Dgave me a ^Ggun ^GAnd they sent me ^Daway to the ^Cwar ^{G G}And the band played ^CWaltzing Ma^Gtilda ^GAs we sailed ^Caway from the ^Dquay And ^Camidst all the tears and the s^Ghouts and the c^Cheers We ^Gsailed off for ^DGallipo^Cli ^G

^GHow well I ^Cremember that ^Dterrible ^Gday ^GWhen the blood stained the ^Dsand and the ^Cwater ^{G G}And how in that ^Chell that they c^Dalled Suvla ^GBay ^GWe were butchered like ^Dlambs at the ^Cslaughter ^{G G}Johnny ^DTurk he was ready, he ^Cprimed himself ^Gwell He ^Dshot us with bullets, he ^Crained us with ^Gshells ^GAnd in five minutes ^Cflat he'd blown us ^Dall to h^Gell ^GNearly blew us right ^Dback to ^CAustralia ^{G G}And the band played ^CWaltzing ^GMatilda ^GAs we stopped to ^Cbury our ^Dslain ^CWe buried ours and the ^GTurks buried ^Ctheirs ^CAnd it ^Gstarted all ^Dover ^Cagain^{G G}Now those who were ^Cliving did their ^Dbest to ^Gsurvive ^GIn that mad world of ^Ddeath, blood and ^Cfire^{G G}And for seven long ^Cweeks I kept ^Dmyself a^Glive W^Ghile the corpses a^Dround me piled ^Chigher ^{G G}Then a big ^DTurkish shell knocked me ^Carse over ^Gtit And ^Dwhen I woke up in my ^Chospital ^Gbed ^GAnd saw what it had ^Cdone, Christ I ^Dwished I was ^Gdead ^GNever knew there were w^Dorse things than ^Cdying ^{G G}For no more I'll go ^Cwaltzing ^GMatilda ^GTo the green bushes ^Cso far and ^Dnear ^DFor to ^Chang tent and pegs, a ^Gman needs two ^Clegs ^CNo more ^Gwaltzing ^DMatilda for ^Cme ^{G G}So they collected the c^Cripples, the ^Dwounded, the ^Gmaimed ^GAnd they shipped us back ^Dhome to ^CAustralia ^{G G}The legless, ^Cthe armless, ^Dthe blind, the in^Gsane ^GThose proud wounded ^Dheroes of ^CSuvla ^{G G}And as our ^Dship pulled into ^CCircular ^GQuay I ^Dlooked at the place where my ^Clegs used to ^Gbe ^GAnd thank Christ there was ^Cnobody w^Daiting for ^Gme ^GTo grieve and to ^Dmourn and to ^Cpity ^{G G}And the band played ^CWaltzing ^GMatilda ^GAs they carried us ^Cdown the ^Dgangway But ^Cnobody cheered, they just ^Gstood and ^Cstared Then ^Gturned all their ^Dfaces a^Cway ^{G G}And now every ^CApril I ^Dsit on my ^Gporch ^GAnd I watch the ^Dparade pass ^Cbefore me ^{G G}I see my old ^Ccomrades, how ^Dproudly they ^Gmarch ^GReliving the ^Ddreams of past ^Cglory ^G I ^Dsee the old men, all ^Ctwisted and ^Gtorn The ^Dforgotten heroes of a ^Cforgotten ^Gwar ^GAnd the young people ^Cask me, "What^D are they marc^Ghing for?" ^GAnd I ask ^Dmyself the same ^Cquestion ^{G G}And the band plays ^CWaltzing ^GMatilda ^GAnd the old men still ^Canswer the ^Dcall But ^Cyear after year their ^Gnumbers get ^Cfewer Some day ^Gno one will ^Dmarch there at ^Call ^{G G}Waltzing Matilda, ^CWaltzing Matilda ^GWho'll go a w^Caltzing ^GMatilda with ^Dme And their ^Gghosts may be ^Dheard As they ^Gmarch beside the ^Cbillabong ^GWho'll come a waltzing ^DMatilda with ^Gme