Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
A A AWhen I was a Dyoung man, I Acarried my pack. And I lived the free Elife, of a Arover. >From the Murray's green Ebasin, To the Ddusty Aoutback, I waltzed my Ematilda all Aover. Then in E1915, my Dcountry said A"son" "It's tEime to stop rambling," "Cos there's Dwork to be Adone." So they gave me a Dtin hat, And they Agave me a gun, And they sent me Eaway to the wAar. And the band played DWaltzing AMatilda, As we sailed Daway from the Equay. And Damidst all the tears, And the sAhouts and the cheers, We sailed off for EGalipolAi How well I Dremember that Aterrible day, when the blood stained the Esand and the Awater. And how in that Ehell that they Dcalled Souvla ABay We were butchered like Elambs at the Aslaughter. Johnny ETurk, he was ready, He'd Dprimed himself Awell. He Eshowered us with bullets, And he Drained us with Ashells. And in five minutes Dflat, he'd blown Aus all to hell. Nearly blew us right Eback to AAustralia. And the band played DWaltzing AMatilda, As we stopped to bury our Eslain. And Dwe buried ours and the ATurks buried theirs, And it started all Eover Aagain. Now those who were Dliving, Did their Abest to survive, In that mad world of Eguts, blood, and Afire. And for seven long Eweeks, I Dkept myself Aalive, As the corpses arEound me piled Ahigher. Then a Ebig Turkish shell, Knocked me Darse over Atit. And Ewhen I awoke in my hoDspital Abed, And saw what it had Ddone, Christ I Awished I was dead. Never knew there were Eworse things than Adying. And no more I'll go DWaltzing AMatilda, To the green bushes so far and Enear. For to Dhang tent and pegs A Aman needs two legs. No more Waltzing MatEilda for Ame. So they collected the Dcrippled, The Awounded and maimed, And they shipped us back Ehome to AAustralia. The legless, the Earmless, the Dblind and inAsane. Those proud wounded Eheroes of ASouvla And Eas our ship pulled into DCircular AQuay I Elooked at the place where my lDegs used to Abe. And thank Christ, there was Dnobody Awaiting for me, To grieve and to Emourn and to Apity. And the band played DWaltzing AMatilda, As they carried us down the gangEway. But Dnobody cheered, They Ajust stood and stared, And they turned their Efaces Aaway. And now every DApril, I Asit on my porch, And I watch the Eparades pass Abefore me. I see my old Ecomrades, How Dproudly they Amarch. Reliving the Edreams of past Aglory. I Esee the old men, all tDwisted and Atorn. The Eforgotten heroes of a Dforgotten Awar. And the young people Dask me, What are Athey marching for? And I ask my seElf the same Aquestion. And the band plays DWaltzing AMatilda, And the old men still answer the Ecall. But Dyear after year, Their Anumbers get fewer, Someday no-one will Emarch there at Aall. AWaltzing Matilda, DWaltzing Matilda AWho'll come a waltzing matilda with Eme?
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