Eric Bogle - And The Band Played Waltzing Matlida Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
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X
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2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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1
1
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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3
3
1
         
         
         
         
         
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2
1
         
         
         
         
         
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X
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
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1
         
         
         
         
         
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1
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
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3
3
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9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
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12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
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4
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
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2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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4
3
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1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
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1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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1
1
1
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
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1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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X
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3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X

Fm

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4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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X
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2
         
         
         
         
         
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9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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6 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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4
3
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X
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
1
1
4
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

Intro

A E7 A A

A D

WAhen I was aFm young man, I carried me pack, AAnd I lived the fE7ree life tAhe rover.

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>AFrom the MFmurray's green basin, to the dusty out-back, WAell I waltzed mE7y ma-tilda Aall over. TE7hen in 19D15 my country Asaid "Son, IE7t's time you stopped ramblin', thereD's work to bE7e done,"

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AAnd they gaFmve me a tin hat, and gave me a gun, AAnd they marcheE7d me a-way tAo the war. AAnd the band pDlayed WaltzinAg Ma-tilda, AAs the ship pullDed a-way from Bm9the quE7ay .....

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AAnd a-midst Fmall the cheers, the flag-wavin' and tears, WAe sailed off forE7 GallipolAi. And how well I remember that terrible day, How our 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'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets, and he rained us with shell. 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, When we stopped to bury our slain. We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs, Then we started all over again. And those that were left, well we tried to survive, In that mad world of blood, death and fire. And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive, Though around me the corpses piled higher. Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, And when I woke up in me hospital bed, And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead, Never knew there were worse things than dying. For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda, All around the green bush far and free. To hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs. No more Waltzing Matilda for me. They collected the crippled, the wounded and maimed, And they shipped us back home to Australia. The legless, the armless, the blind and insane. Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla. And when our ship pulled into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be, And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me - To grieve, and to mourn and to pity. But the band played Waltzing Matilda, As they carried us down the gangway. But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, Then they turned all their faces away. And so now every April I sit on me porch, And I watch the parade pass before me. And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, Reviving old dreams and past glory. And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore, They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war, And the young people ask "What are they marching for?" And I ask myself the same question. But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, And the old men still answer the call. But as year follows year more old men disappear, Someday no one will march there at all. WAaltzing matilda, waDltzing matilda WAho'll come a-waDltzing ma-tilAda with me? E7

A E7

AAnd their ghosts may Fmbe heard as they march by that billa-bong,

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