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The Pogues And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

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Tom: A A D A When I was a young man, I carried my pack. E A And I lived the free life, of a rover. E D From the Murray's green basin, A To the dusty outback, E A I waltzed my matilda all over. E D A Then in 1915, my country said "son" E D "It's time to stop rambling," A "Cos there's work to be done." D So they gave me a tin hat, A And they gave me a gun, E A And they sent me away to the war. A D A And the band played Waltzing Matilda, D E As we sailed away from the quay. D And amidst all the cheers, A And the shouts and the tears, E A We sailed off for Galipoli A D A How well I remember that terrible day, E A when the blood stained the sand and the water. E D And how in that hell A that they called Souvla Bay E A We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. E D A Johnny Turkey was ready, He'd primed himself well. E D He showered us with bullets, A And he rained us with shells. D And in five minutes flat, A he'd blown us all to hell. E A Nearly blew us right back to Australia. A D A And the band played Waltzing Matilda, D E As we stopped to bury our slain. D And we buried ours A and the Turks buried theirs, E A And it started all over again. A D A Now those who were living, Did their best to survive, E A In that mad world of guts, blood, and fire. E D And for seven long weeks, A I kept myself alive, E A As the corpses around me piled higher. E D A Then a big Turkish shell, Knocked me arse over tit. E D And when I awoke A in my hospital bed, D And saw what it had done, A Christ I wished I was dead. E A Never knew there were worse things than dying. A D A And no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda, D E To the green bushes so far and near. D For to hang tent and pegs A A man needs two legs. E A No more Waltzing Matilda for me. A D A So they collected the crippled, The wounded and maimed, E A And they sent us back home to Australia. E D The legless, the armless, A the blind and insane. E A Those proud wounded heroes of Souvla E D A And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay E D I looked at the place A where my legs used to be. D And thank Christ, there was nobody A waiting for me, E A To grieve and to mourn and to pity. A D A And the band played Waltzing Matilda, D E As they carried us down the gangway. D But nobody cheered, A They just stood and stared, E A And they turned their faces away. A D A And now every April, I sit on my porch, E A And I watch the parades pass before me. E D I see my old comrades, A How proudly they march. E A Reliving the dreams of past glory. E D A I see the old men, all twisted and torn. E D The forgotten heroes A of a forgotten war. D And the young people ask me, A What are they marching for? E A And I ask my self the same question. A D A And the band plays Waltzing Matilda, D E And the old men still answer the call. D But year after year, A Their numbers get fewer, E A Someday no-one will march there at all. A D Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda A E Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me?

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