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When I was a young man I carried my pack

And I lived the free life of a rover

From the Murrays green basin to the

dusty outback

I waltzed my Matilda all over

Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son

It`s time to stop rambling `cause

there`s work to be

done

So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun

And they sent me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing Matilda

As we sailed away from the quay

And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the

cheers

We sailed off to Gallipoli



How well I remember that terrible day

<When> the blood stained the

sand and the water

And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay

We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter

Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well

He <showered> us with bullets,

he rained us with

shells

And in five minutes flat he`d blown

us all to hell

Nearly blew us right back to Australia

But the band played Waltzing Matilda

As we stopped to bury our slain

And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs

Then <it> started all over again



Now those <who were living did

their best to survive>

In <that> mad world of blood,

death and fire

And for <seven long> weeks I

kept myself alive

<While the corpses around me piled higher>

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me

arse over tit

And when I woke up in my hospital bed

And saw what it had done, <Christ>

I wished I was

dead

Never knew there were worse things than dying

<And> no more I`ll go waltzing Matilda

<To> the green <bushes so>

far and near

For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs

No more waltzing Matilda for me



So they collected the cripples, the

wounded <and>

maimed

And they shipped us back home to Australia

<The legless, the armless>,

the blind <and> insane

Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla

And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay

I looked at the place where <me>

legs used to be

And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me

To grieve and to mourn and to pity

And the band played Waltzing Matilda

As they carried us down the gangway

But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared

<And they> turned all their faces away



And now every April I sit on my porch

And I watch the parade pass before me

<I see> my old comrades, how

proudly they march

Reliving <the or their> dreams

of past glory

<I see the old men, all twisted and torn>

When I was a young man I carried my pack

And I lived the free life of a rover

From the Murrays green basin to the

dusty outback

I waltzed my Matilda all over

Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son

It`s time to stop rambling `cause

there`s work to be

done

So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun

And they sent me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing Matilda

As we sailed away from the quay

And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the

cheers

We sailed off to Gallipoli



How well I remember that terrible day

<When> the blood stained the

sand and the water

And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay

We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter

Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well

He <showered> us with bullets,

he rained us with

shells

And in five minutes flat he`d blown

us all to hell

Nearly blew us right back to Australia

But the band played Waltzing Matilda

As we stopped to bury our slain

And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs

Then <it> started all over again



Now those <who were living did

their best to survive>

In <that> mad world of blood,

death and fire

And for <seven long> weeks I

kept myself alive

<While the corpses around me piled higher>

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me

arse over tit

And when I woke up in my hospital bed

And saw what it had done, <Christ>

I wished I was

dead

Never knew there were worse things than dying

<And> no more I`ll go waltzing Matilda

<To> the green <bushes so>

far and near

For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs

No more waltzing Matilda for me



So they collected the cripples, the

wounded <and>

maimed

And they shipped us back home to Australia

<The legless, the armless>,

the blind <and> insane

Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla

And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay

I looked at the place where <me>

legs used to be

And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me

To grieve and to mourn and to pity

And the band played Waltzing Matilda

As they carried us down the gangway

But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared

<And they> turned all their faces away



And now every April I sit on my porch

And I watch the parade pass before me

<I see> my old comrades, how

proudly they march

Reliving <the or their> dreams

of past glory

<I see the old men, all twisted and torn>

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