Eric Bogle - The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Chords
ChordsC, G7, F, Am, G, Dm
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CNow,whenCIwasayoungFmanICcarriedmeAmpack,
andIClivedthefreeG7lifeoftheCrover.
FromtheMurray’sgreenFbasintotheCdusty Amoutback,
well,ICwaltzedmy G7MatildaallCover.
TheninG7nineteenfifteenmyFcountrysaid,
C“Son,it’sG7timeyoustoprambling,
there’sFworktobeCdone”
SotheygavemeaFtinhatandtheyCgavemeaAmgun
andtheyCmarchedme G7awaytotheCwar.FC
AndtheCbandplayedFWaltzing CMatilda,
astheshippulled FawayfromtheGquay.
AndF‘midstallthecheers,theflagCwavingandFtears,
weCsailedoffforG7Gallipoli.G7C
AndhowCwellI FrememberthatCterribleAmday,
howourCbloodstainedtheG7sandandtheCwater.
AndhowinthatFhellthattheyCcalledSuvlaAmBay,
wewereCbutcheredlikeG7lambsattheCslaughter.
JohnnyG7Turk,hewasready,he’dFprimedhimselfCwell,
heG7showereduswithbulletsandheFraineduswithCshell
AndinfiveminutesFflathe’dblownCusalltoAmhell,
nearlyCblewusrightG7backto CAustraliaFC
ButtheCbandplayedFWaltzing CMatilda,
whenwestoppedtoFburyourGslain.
FWeburiedours,andtheCTurksburiedFtheirs,
thenweCstartedallG7over Cagain.G7C
AndCthosethatwereFleft,well,weCtriedto Amsurvive,
inthatCmadworldofG7blood,deathandCfire.
AndfortenwearyFweeksIkeptCmyself Amalive,
though CaroundmetheG7corpsespiledChigher.
ThenaG7bigTurkishshellknockedmeFarseoverChead,
andG7whenIwokeupinmeFhospitalCbed
AndsawwhatithadFdone,well,ICwishedIwasAmdead,
neverCknewtherewasG7worsethingsthanCdying.FC
ForI’llCgonomoreFWaltzing CMatilda,
AllaroundthegreenFbush,farandGfree.
ToFhumptentandpegs,aCmanneedsbothFlegs,
nomore C‘Waltzing G7Matilda’forCme.G7C
SotheyCgatheredtheFcrippled,theCwounded,theAmmaimed,
andtheyCshippedusbackG7hometo CAustralia.
Thelegless,theFarmless,theCblindand Aminsane,
thoseCproudwoundedG7heroesofCSuvla.
AndG7whenourshippulledintoFCircularCQuay,
IG7lookedattheplacewhereFmelegsusedtoCbe.
AndthankedChrist,therewasFnobodyCwaitingforAmme,
toCgrieve,toG7mourn,andtoCpity.FC
ButtheCbandplayedFWaltzing CMatilda,
astheycarriedusFdownthe Ggangway.
ButFnobodycheered,theyCjuststoodandAmstared,
thentheyCturnedalltheirG7faces Caway.G7C
AndsoCnoweveryFAprilICsitonmeAmporch,
andICwatchthe G7paradepass Cbeforeme
AndIseemyoldFcomrades,howCproudlytheyAmmarch,
CrevivingoldG7dreamsandpastCglory.
AndtheG7oldmenmarchslowly,oldFbonesstiffandCsore;
they’reG7tiredoldheroesfromaFforgottenCwar.
AndtheyoungpeopleFask“WhatareCtheymarchingAmfor?”
andCIask G7meselfthesameCquestion.FC
CButthebandplaysFWaltzing CMatilda,
andtheoldmenstillFanswertheGcall.
ButasFyearfollowsyear,moreoldCmen Fdisappear,
somedayCnoonewillGmarchthereatCall.
CWaltzingmatilda,Fwaltzingmatilda,
Cwho’llcome Amawaltzing DmmatildawithG7me?
AndtheirCghostsmaybeG7heardastheyCmarchbythatFBillabong,
CWho’llcome Amawaltzing G7matildawithCme?