Intro
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each verse & Chorus
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Now when
verse 1
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I was a young man I carried me pack
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And I lived the free life of a rover
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From the Murray's green basin to the dusty Out-back
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I waltzed my Matilda all over
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Then in nineteen fif-teen me country said, Son
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It's time to stop rambling there's work to be done
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So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun
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And they sent me away to the war
Chorus 1
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And the band played Waltzing Ma-tilda
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When the ship pulled away from the quay
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And a-mid all the tears, flag-waving and cheers
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We sailed off for Ga-llip-o-li
verse 2
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And how I re-member that terrible day
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When our blood stained the sand and the water
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And how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
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We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
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Johnny Turk he was ready, he'd primed himself well
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He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shells
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And in five minutes flat we were all blown to hell
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Nearly blew us back home to Au-stralia
Chorus 2
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And the band played Waltzing Ma-tilda
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When we stopped to bury our slain
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We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs
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Then we started all over a-gain
verse 3
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And those that were left, just tried to sur-vive
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In that mad world of blood, death and fire
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And for ten weary weeks I kept myself a-live
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While a-round me the corpses piled higher
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Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
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And when I a-woke in me hospital bed
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And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead
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Never knew there was worse things than dying
Chorus 3
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So no more I'll go Waltzing Ma-tilda
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All a-round the green bush far and near
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For to hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs
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No more Waltzing Ma-tilda for me
verse 4
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So they gathered the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
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And they shipped us back home to Au-stralia
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The armless, the legless, the blind, the in-sane
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Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
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And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
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I looked at the place where me legs used to be
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And thanked Christ there was no one there waiting for me
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To grieve and to mourn and to pity
Chorus 4
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And the band played Waltzing Ma-tilda
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When they carried us down the gangway
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But nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
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Then they turned all their faces a-way
Verse 5
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So now every April I sit on my porch
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And I watch the par-ade pass be-fore me
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I see my old comrades how proudly they march
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Re-newing old dreams of past glory
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I see the old men, all tired, stiff and sore
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The weary old heroes from a forgotten war
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And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
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And I ask my-self the same question
Chorus 5
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And the band plays Waltzing Ma-tilda
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And the old men still answer the call
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But year after year their numbers get fewer
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Someday no one will march there at all
Verse 6 is strumming - 4/4 timing
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Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
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Who'll come a-Waltzing Ma-tilda with me?
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And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the Billabong
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Who'll come a-Waltzing Ma-tilda with me?