And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda – John McDermott http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VK6rZ--DhZM (Just had to add this rendition by John McDermott – he has such a sweet voice) (Credit to (jteethy) who created his version in E, the same key as John McDermott sings. My job was easy) Intro: E A E A V1

When ^EI was a ^Ayoung man I ^Ecarried me ^C#mpack, And I ^Elived the free ^Blife of a ^Erover. From the Murray's green ^Abasin to the ^Edusty Out^C#mback, I ^Ewaltzed my Ma^Btilda all ^Eover.

Then in ^B1915 me ^Acountry said, ^ESon, It's ^Btime you stopped rambling there's ^Awork to be ^Edone. So they gave me a ^Atin hat, and they ^Egave me a ^C#mgun, And they ^Emarched me aw^Bay to the ^Ewar.

Chorus

^EAnd the band played ^AWaltzing Mat^Eilda, When the ship pulled a^Away from the ^Bquay. ^Bsus4 ^B And a^Amidst all the ^F#mtears, flag-^Ewaving and ^C#mcheers, We ^Esailed off for ^BGallipo^Eli. ^Esus4 ^E

And how ^Ewell I re^Amember that ^Eterrible ^C#mday, When our ^Eblood stained the ^Bsand and the ^Ewater. And how in that ^Ahell that they ^Ecall Suvla ^C#mBay, We were ^Ebutchered like ^Blambs at the ^Eslaughter.

Johnny ^BTurk he was ready, he'd ^Aprimed himself ^Ewell, He ^Brained us with bullets, and he ^Ashowered us with ^Eshells. And in five minutes ^Aflat he'd ^Eblown us all to ^C#mhell, Nearly ^Eblew us back ^Bhome to Austr^Ealia.

Chorus

^EAnd the band played ^AWaltzing Mat^Eilda, When we stopped to ^Abury our ^Bslain.^Bsus4 ^B ^AWe buried ^F#mours, and the T^Eurks buried t^C#mheirs, Then we ^Estarted all ^Bover ag^Eain. ^Esus4 ^E

And t^Ehose that were ^Aleft, well, we ^Etried to sur^C#mvive, In that ^Emad world of ^Bblood, death and ^Efire. And for ten weary ^Aweeks I kept ^Emyself a^C#mlive, While ar^Eound me the ^Bcorpses piled ^Ehigher.

Then a ^Bbig Turkish shell knocked me ^Aarse over ^Ehead, And ^Bwhen I awoke in me ^Ahospital ^Ebed. And saw what it had ^Adone, well, I ^Ewished I was ^C#mdead, Never ^Eknew there was ^Bworse things than ^Edying.

^ESo no more I'll go ^AWaltzing Mat^Eilda, All around the green ^Abush far and ^Bnear. ^Bsus4 ^B To ^Ahump tent and ^F#mpegs a m^Ean needs both l^C#megs, No more ^EWaltzing Mat^Bilda for ^Eme. ^Esus4 ^E

So they ^Egathered the ^Awounded, the ^Ecrippled, the ^C#mmaimed, And they ^Eshipped us back ^Bhome to Austr^Ealia. The armless, the ^Alegless, the ^Eblind, the in^C#msane, Those ^Eproud wounded ^Bheroes of ^ESuvla.

And ^Bwhen the ship pulled into ^ACircular ^EQuay, I ^Blooked at the place where me ^Alegs used to ^Ebe. And thanked Christ there was ^Ano one there ^Ewaiting for ^C#mme, To ^Egrieve and to ^Bmourn and to ^Epity.

Chorus

^EAnd the band played ^AWaltzing Mat^Eilda, When they carried us ^Adown the gang^Bway. ^Bsus4 ^B But ^Anobody ^F#mcheered, they just s^Etood there and s^C#mtared, Then they ^Eturned all their ^Bfaces a^Eway.^Esus4 ^E

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So ^Enow every ^AApril I ^Esit on my ^C#mporch, And I ^Ewatch the par^Bade pass be^Efore me. I see my old ^Acomrades how ^Eproudly they ^C#mmarch, Re^Enewing old ^Bdreams of past ^Eglory.

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And the ^Bold men march slowly, all ^Abones stiff and ^Esore, They're ^Btired old heroes from a ^Aforgotten ^Ewar. And the young people ^Aask, "What are t^Ehey marching f^C#mor?" And ^EI ask my^Bself the same ^Equestion.

Chorus

^EAnd the band plays ^AWaltzing Mat^Eilda, And the old men still ^Aanswer the ^Bcall.^Bsus4 ^B But ^Ayear after ^F#myear their n^Eumbers are f^C#mewer, Someday ^Eno one will ^Bmarch there at ^Eall.^Esus4 ^E

Outro:

^EWaltzing Matilda, ^AWaltzing Matilda, ^EWho'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with ^Bme? And their ^Eghosts may be ^Bheard as ^C#mthey march by the B^Aillabong, ^AWho'll come a-^EWaltzing Ma^B7tilda with ^Eme?

John McDermott - And the band played waltzing matilda