Pogues - And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Chords
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WhenIwasaDyoungman,IAcarriedmypack,andIlivedthefreeElife,ofaArover.
FromtheMurray’sgreenEbasin,totheDdustyAoutback,
IwaltzedmyEMatildaallAover,theninE1915,myDcountrysaidA”son”
“It’sEtimetostoprambling,’causethere’sDworktobeAdone.”
SotheygavemeaDtinhat,andtheyAgavemeagun,andtheysentmeEawaytotheAwar.
AndthebandplayedDWaltzingAMatilda,aswesailedDawayfromtheEquay.
AndDamidstallthetears,andtheAshoutsandthecheers,
WesailedoffforEGallipoliE
HowwellIDrememberthatAterribleday,whenthebloodstainedtheEsandandtheAwater.
AndhowinthatEhellthattheyDcalledSouvlaABay,wewerebutcheredlikeElambsattheAslaughter.
JohnnyETurk,hewasready,He’dDprimedhimselfAwell,heEshowereduswithbullets,
AndheDraineduswithAshells,andinfiveminutesDflat,he’dblownAusalltohell.
NearlyblewusrightEbacktoAAustralia.
AndthebandplayedDWaltzingAMatilda,aswestoppedtoburyourEslain.
AndDweburiedours,andtheATurksburiedtheirs,anditstartedallEoverAagain.
NowthosewhowereDliving,DidtheirAbesttosurvive,inthatmadworldofEguts,blood,andAfire.
AndforsevenlongEweeks,IDkeptmyselfAalive,asthecorpsesEaroundmepiledAhigher.
ThenaEbigTurkishshell,knockedmeDarseoverAtit.
AndEwhenIawoke,inmyDhospitalAbed,andsawwhatithadDdone,
ChristIAwishedIwasdead,neverknewtherewereEworsethingsthanAdying.
AndnomoreI’llgoDWaltzingAMatilda,tothegreenbushessofarandEnear.
FortoDhangtentandpegs,aAmanneedstwolegs,nomoreWaltzingEMatildaforAme.
SotheycollectedtheDcrippled,theAwoundedandmaimed,
AndtheyshippedusbackEhometoAAustralia.
Thelegless,theEarmless,theDblindandAinsane.
ThoseproudwoundedEheroesofASouvla,andEasourshippulledintoDCircularAQuay
IElookedattheplace,wheremyDlegsusedtoAbe.
AndthankChrist,therewasDnobody,Awaitingforme,togrieveandtoEmournandtoApity.
AndthebandplayedDWaltzingAMatilda,astheycarriedusdowntheEgangway.
ButDnobodycheered,theyAjuststoodandstared,
AndtheyturnedtheirEfacesAaway.
AndnoweveryDApril,IAsitonmyporch,andIwatchtheEparadespassAbeforeme.
IseemyoldEcomrades,howDproudlytheyAmarch,relivingtheEdreamsofpastAglory.
IEseetheoldmen,allDtwistedandAtorn,theEforgottenheroesofaDforgottenAwar.
AndtheyoungpeopleDaskme,whatareAtheymarchingfor?AndIaskmyEselfthesameAquestion.
AndthebandplaysDWaltzingAMatilda,andtheoldmenstillanswertheEcall.
ButDyearafteryear,theirAnumbersgetfewer,somedayno-onewillEmarchthereatAall.
AWaltzingMatilda,DWaltzingMatilda,Awho’llcomeaWaltzingMatildawithEme?
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