Waltzing Matilda Acordes

	  
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When I was a young man I carried my 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 outback 
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I waltzed my Matilda all over. 

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Then in 1915 me country said, “Son 
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It's time to stop rambling ‘cause there’s work to be done.â€� 
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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. 

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     And the band played "Waltzing Matilda" 
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     When we sailed away from the quay, 
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     And amidst all the tears and the shouts and cheers 
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     We sailed off for Gallipoli. 

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And how well I remember 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 shot us with bullets, and he rained us with shells, 
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And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell, 
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Nearly blew us right back to Australia. 

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     And the band played “Waltzing Matildaâ€� 
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     As we stopped to bury our slain. 
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     And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs. 
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     Then it started all over again. 

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Now, those who were living did their best to survive 
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In that mad world of guts, blood and fire, 
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And for seven long weeks I kept myself alive 
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While the corpses around me piled higher. 

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Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse-over-head 
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And when I awoke in me hospital bed 
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And saw what it had done, Christ! I wished I was dead. 
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Never knew there was worse things than dying. 

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     And no more I'll go waltzing Matilda 
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     Through the green bushes so far and near, 
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     For to hang tents and pegs a man needs two legs. 
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     No more waltzing Matilda for me. 

(Instrumental break: verse) 

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So they collected the the crippled, the wounded and maimed 
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And they shipped us back home to Australia, 
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The the legless, the armless, the blind and insane� 
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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. 

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     And the band played "Waltzing Matilda" 
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     As they carried us down the gangway, 
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     But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared 
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     And they turned all their faces away. 

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And now every April I sit on my porch 
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And I watch the parade pass before me. 
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I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, 
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Reliving the dreams of past glory. 

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I see the old men all twisted and torn, 
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The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war, 
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And the young people ask me, "What are they marching for?" 
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And I ask myself the same question. 

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     And the band plays “Waltzing Matilda,â€� 
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     And the old men still answer the call, 
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     But year after year their numbers are fewer. 
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     Someday no one will march there at all. 

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Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, 
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Who'll go a-waltzing Matilda 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 Matilda with me?