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When I was a y C oung man I c G  arried my pack
And I l G ived the free l D ife of a r G  over
From the M G urrays green b D asin to the d C usty outb G  ack
I w G altzed my Mat D ilda all  G  over
Then in n D ineteen fifteen my co C untry said o G  eSon,
Itoes  D time to stop rambling cos thereoes C  work to be G  doneoe
So they g G ave me a t C in hat and they g G  ave me a gun
And they s G ent me a D way to the  G  war
And the b G and played W C altzing Mat G  ilda
As  G we sailed aw C ay from the qu D  ay
And am C idst all the tears and the sh G  outs and the cheers
We s G ailed off to G D allipol G  i
H G ow well I rem C ember that t G  errible day
When the bl G ood stained the s D and and the w G  ater
And w G hen in that t D own that they c C alled Suvla B G ay
We were b G utchered like l D ambs at the sl G  aughter
Johnny T D urk he was ready, he pri C med himself w G  ell
He chase D d us with bullets, he ra C ined us with sh G  ells
And in f G ive minutes fl C at heoed b G  lown us all to hell
Ne G arly blew us right b D ack to Austr G  alia
And the b G and played W C altzing Mat G  ilda
As we st G opped to b C ury our sl D  ain
And we b C uried ours and the T G  urks buried theirs
Then we st G arted all  D over ag G  ain
Now th G ose that were l C iving did their b G  est to survive
In a m G ad world of bl D ood, death and f G  ire,
And, for s G even long we D eks, I k C ept myself al G  ive
But the c G orpses aro D und me piled h G  igher
Then a b D ig Turkish shell knocked me a C rse over t G  it
And wh D en I awoke in my h C ospital b G  ed
I saw wha G t it had do C ne. Christ ! I w G  ished I was dead
Never k G new there were w D orse things than dy G  ing
For Ioe G ll go no more  C waltzing Ma G  tilda
All around the gr G een bush f C ar and n D  ear
For to h C ump tent and pegs, a m G  an needs both legs
No more W G altzing Mat D ilda for m G  e
So they colle G cted the cr C ipples, the woun G  ded, the maimed,
And they sh G ipped us back h D ome to Austr G  alia
The l G egless, the a D rmless, the bl C ind, the ins G  ane,
Those pr G oud wounded h D eroes of Suv G  la
And a D s our ship pulled into C C ircular B G  ay
I lo D oked at the place my l C egs used to  G  be
And thank Ch G rist there was  C no one w G  aiting for me
To gr G ieve and to mo D urn and to p G  ity
And the b G and played W C altzing Mat G  ilda
As they c G arried us d C own the gangw D  ay
But n C obody cheered, they just st G  ood and stared
Then they tu G rned all their f D aces aw G  ay
And n G ow every A C pril I s G  it on my porch
And I w G atch the par D ade pass bef G  ore me
I s G ee my old c D omrades, how p C roudly they m G  arch,
Renew G ing old dr D eams of past gl G  ory
I s D ee the old men march slowly, all bent, s C tiff and s G  ore
The f D orgotten heroes from a f C orgotten w G  ar
And the yo G ung people as C k oewhat are the G  y marching for ?oe
And I  G ask mys D elf the same qu G  estion
And the b G and played W C altzing Mat G  ilda
And the o G ld men still a C nswer to the c D  all
But y C ear after year their n G  umber gets fewer
Some day no  G one will m D arch there at  G  all
 
 
W G altzing Matilda, W C  altzing Matilda
Wh G o'll come a-waltzing Matilda with m D  e
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