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
young
worse
world
wished
while
where
water
waltzing
waltzed
waiting
turned
turks
turkish
their
thank
tears
still
started
stained
twisted
glory
gangway
forgotten
circular
survive
every
dying
shipped
hospital
matilda
proudly
needs
weeks
dusty
dreams
cripples
faces
butchered
stopped
christ
stood
comrades
fewer
johnny
basin
reliving
things
before
proud
answer
collected
cheered
april
called
again
alive
heroes
around
higher
porch
after
blood
stared
grieve
seven
armless
slain
blind
wounded
lambs
rambling
marching
nobody
green
cheers
shells
country
blown
terrible
shell
buried
fifteen
bullets
carried
insane
legless
those
myself
knocked
lived
watch
looked
maimed
living
minutes
australia
right
mourn
rained
nearly
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