Eric Bogle - Waltzing my matilda

^FWhen I was a ^Fyoung man I ^Gcarried my ^Fpack ^FAnd I lived the free ^Glife of a ^Frover ^{F F}From the Murrays green ^Fbasin to the ^Gdusty out^Fback ^FI waltzed my Mat^Gilda all o^Fver ^FThen in ^Gnineteen fifteen my ^Fcountry said ^FSon ^FIt's ^Gtime to stop rambling 'cause there's ^Fwork to be ^Fdone ^FSo they gave me a ^Ftin hat and they ^Ggave me a ^Fgun ^FAnd they sent me ^Gaway to the ^Fwar ^{F F}And the band played ^FWaltzing Ma^Ftilda ^FAs we sailed ^Faway from the ^Gquay And ^Famidst all the tears and the s^Fhouts and the c^Fheers We ^Fsailed off for ^GGallipo^Fli ^F

^FHow well I ^Fremember that ^Gterrible ^Fday ^FWhen the blood stained the ^Gsand and the ^Fwater ^{F F}And how in that ^Fhell that they c^Galled Suvla ^FBay ^FWe were butchered like ^Glambs at the ^Fslaughter ^{F F}Johnny ^GTurk he was ready, he ^Fprimed himself ^Fwell He ^Gshot us with bullets, he ^Frained us with ^Fshells ^FAnd in five minutes ^Fflat he'd blown us ^Gall to h^Fell ^FNearly blew us right ^Gback to ^FAustralia ^{F F}And the band played ^FWaltzing ^FMatilda ^FAs we stopped to ^Fbury our ^Gslain ^FWe buried ours and the ^FTurks buried ^Ftheirs ^FAnd it ^Fstarted all ^Gover ^Fagain^{F F}Now those who were ^Fliving did their ^Gbest to ^Fsurvive ^FIn that mad world of ^Gdeath, blood and ^Ffire^{F F}And for seven long ^Fweeks I kept ^Gmyself a^Flive W^Fhile the corpses a^Ground me piled ^Fhigher ^{F F}Then a big ^GTurkish shell knocked me ^Farse over ^Ftit And ^Gwhen I woke up in my ^Fhospital ^Fbed ^FAnd saw what it had ^Fdone, Christ I ^Gwished I was ^Fdead ^FNever knew there were w^Gorse things than ^Fdying ^{F F}For no more I'll go ^Fwaltzing ^FMatilda ^FTo the green bushes ^Fso far and ^Gnear ^GFor to ^Fhang tent and pegs, a ^Fman needs two ^Flegs ^FNo more ^Fwaltzing ^GMatilda for ^Fme ^{F F}So they collected the c^Fripples, the ^Gwounded, the ^Fmaimed ^FAnd they shipped us back ^Ghome to ^FAustralia ^{F F}The legless, ^Fthe armless, ^Gthe blind, the in^Fsane ^FThose proud wounded ^Gheroes of ^FSuvla ^{F F}And as our ^Gship pulled into ^FCircular ^FQuay I ^Glooked at the place where my ^Flegs used to ^Fbe ^FAnd thank Christ there was ^Fnobody w^Gaiting for ^Fme ^FTo grieve and to ^Gmourn and to ^Fpity ^{F F}And the band played ^FWaltzing ^FMatilda ^FAs they carried us ^Fdown the ^Ggangway But ^Fnobody cheered, they just ^Fstood and ^Fstared Then ^Fturned all their ^Gfaces a^Fway ^{F F}And now every ^FApril I ^Gsit on my ^Fporch ^FAnd I watch the ^Gparade pass ^Fbefore me ^{F F}I see my old ^Fcomrades, how ^Gproudly they ^Fmarch ^FReliving the ^Gdreams of past ^Fglory ^F I ^Gsee the old men, all ^Ftwisted and ^Ftorn The ^Gforgotten heroes of a ^Fforgotten ^Fwar ^FAnd the young people ^Fask me, "What^G are they marc^Fhing for?" ^FAnd I ask ^Gmyself the same ^Fquestion ^{F F}And the band plays ^FWaltzing ^FMatilda ^FAnd the old men still ^Fanswer the ^Gcall But ^Fyear after year their ^Fnumbers get ^Ffewer Some day ^Fno one will ^Gmarch there at ^Fall ^{F F}Waltzing Matilda, ^FWaltzing Matilda ^FWho'll go a w^Faltzing ^FMatilda with ^Gme And their ^Fghosts may be ^Gheard As they ^Fmarch beside the ^Fbillabong ^FWho'll come a waltzing ^GMatilda with ^Fme