4 acessos
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When I was a young man, I carried my pack.
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And I lived the free life, of a rover.
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From the Murray's green basin,
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To the dusty outback,
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I waltzed my matilda all over.
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Then in 1915, my country said "son"
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"It's time to stop rambling,"
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"Cos there's work to be done."
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So they gave me a tin hat,
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And they gave me a gun,
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And they sent me away to the war.
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And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
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As we sailed away from the quay.
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And amidst all the cheers,
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And the shouts and the tears,
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We sailed off for Galipoli
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How well I remember that terrible day,
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when the blood stained the sand and the water.
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And how in that hell
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that they called Souvla Bay
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We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
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Johnny Turkey was ready, He'd primed himself well.
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He showered us with bullets,
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And he rained us with shells.
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And in five minutes flat,
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he'd blown us all to hell.
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Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
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And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
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As we stopped to bury our slain.
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And we buried ours
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and the Turks buried theirs,
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And it started all over again.
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Now those who were living, Did their best to survive,
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In that mad world of guts, blood, and fire.
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And for seven long weeks,
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I kept myself alive,
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As the corpses around me piled higher.
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Then a big Turkish shell, Knocked me arse over tit.
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And when I awoke
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in my hospital bed,
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And saw what it had done,
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Christ I wished I was dead.
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Never knew there were worse things than dying.
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And no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda,
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To the green bushes so far and near.
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For to hang tent and pegs
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A man needs two legs.
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No more Waltzing Matilda for me.
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So they collected the crippled, The wounded and maimed,
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And they sent us back home to Australia.
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The legless, the armless,
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the blind and insane.
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Those proud wounded heroes of Souvla
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And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
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I looked at the place
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where my legs used to be.
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And thank Christ, there was nobody
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waiting for me,
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To grieve and to mourn and to pity.
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And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
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As they carried us down the gangway.
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But nobody cheered,
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They just stood and stared,
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And they turned their faces away.
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And now every April, I sit on my porch,
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And I watch the parades pass before me.
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I see my old comrades,
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How proudly they march.
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Reliving the dreams of past glory.
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I see the old men, all twisted and torn.
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The forgotten heroes
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of a forgotten war.
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And the young people ask me,
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What are they marching for?
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And I ask my self the same question.
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And the band plays Waltzing Matilda,
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And the old men still answer the call.
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But year after year,
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Their numbers get fewer,
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Someday no-one will march there at all.
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Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
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Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me?