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And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda ukulele

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Waltzing my Matilda             Eric Bogle 

F            F           G          F
When I was a young man I carried my pack
F                    G         F     F
And I lived the free life of a rover
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From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
F               G         F
I waltzed my Matilda all over
F       G                   F            F
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
F    G                                    F          F
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
F                 F                G         F
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
F                G           F    F
And they sent me away to the war
F                   F          F
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
F            F             G
As we sailed away from the quay
    F                             F              F
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
   F              G      F   F
We sailed off for Gallipoli

F          F             G        F
How well I remember that terrible day
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When the blood stained the sand and the water
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And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
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We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
F      G                     F              F
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
   G                        F              F
He shot us with bullets, he rained us with shells
F                   F                  G       F
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
F                    G       F         F
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
F                   F        F
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
F                F        G
As we stopped to bury our slain
F                      F            F 
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
F      F           G    F    F
And it started all over again
F                  F                G       F
Now those who were living did their best to survive
F                    G                F   F
In that mad world of death, blood and fire
F                  F            G       F
And for seven long weeks I kept myself alive
 F                 G              F      F
While the corpses around me piled higher
F          G                        F         F
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
    G                    F        F
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
F                   F              G            F
And saw what it had done, Christ I wished I was dead
F                      G                F     F
Never knew there were worse things than dying
F                   F        F
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
F                   F          G
To the green bushes so far and near
G      F                     F             F
For to hang tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
F       F        G           F   F
No more waltzing Matilda for me
F                      F            G            F
So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
F                        G       F          F
And they shipped us back home to Australia
F            F            G                F
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane
F                   G         F     F
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
F          G                F        F
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
  G                            F            F
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
F                          F       G          F
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
F                G            F    F
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
F                   F        F
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
F                  F        G
As they carried us down the gangway
    F                         F         F
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
     F                G      F   F
Then turned all their faces away
F             F       G         F
And now every April I sit on my porch
F               G           F         F
And I watch the parade pass before me
F            F             G            F
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
F            G              F      F
Reliving the dreams of past glory
  G                    F           F
I see the old men, all twisted and torn
    G                     F         F
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
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And the young people ask me, "What are they marching for?"
F         G               F         F
And I ask myself the same question
F                  F        F
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
F                     F          G
And the old men still answer the call
    F                     F           F
But year after year their numbers get fewer
         F           G              F    F
Some day no one will march there at all
F                 F
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
F            F       F            G
Who'll go a waltzing Matilda with me
          F             G
And their ghosts may be heard
        F                F
As they march beside the billabong
F                      G            F
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me

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