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[00:07.26]When I was a young man I carried my pack
[00:14.05]And I lived the free life of the rover
[00:20.85]From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
[00:28.20]I walked my Matilda all over
[00:34.76]Then in 1950 my country said: "Son
[00:41.90]It's time to stop a-ramblin' 'cause there's work to be done"
[00:48.39]So they gave me a ticket and they gave me the gun
[00:55.36]And they sent me away to the war
[01:02.28]And the band played Waltzing Matilda
[01:09.27]As we sailed away from the quay
[01:16.23]And amidst all the tears, the shouts and the cheers
[01:23.32]We sailed off the Gallipoli
[01:29.97]How well I remember that terrible day
[01:36.96]When a flood stained the sand and the water
[01:43.94]And how in that town that they call Suvla Bay
[01:50.86]We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
[01:57.71]Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
[02:05.16]He chased us with bullets and rained us with shells
[02:11.78]And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
[02:18.66]Nearly blew us right back to Australia
[02:25.65]And the band played Waltzing Matilda
[02:32.64]As we stopped to bury our slain
[02:40.14]We buried ours, Turks buried theirs
[02:46.70]And we started all over again
[02:53.38]Now those dead were lot, while we tried to survive
[03:00.34]In a mad world of blood and fire
[03:07.39]And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
[03:14.23]But around me the corpses piled higher
[03:21.18]Then a big Turkish shell knocked me out so dead
[03:28.41]I woke up next morning in my hospital bed
[03:35.26]I saw what I'd done and I wished I was dead
[03:41.75]Never knew death were worse thing than dying
[03:48.66]For I'll go no more a-waltzing Matilda
[03:55.52]All around the green bush far and near
[04:02.75]For hung cannon packs and many its bolt lacks
[04:09.33]There is no more Matilda for me
[04:16.22]And now every April I sit on me porch
[04:23.04]And I watch the parade pass before me
[04:30.00]And I see my old comrades how proudly they march
[04:37.20]Renewing the dreams of past glory
[04:43.71]And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
[04:50.83]The forgotten heroes of the forgotten war
[04:57.43]And the young people ask what are they marching for
[05:06.00]And I ask myself the same question
[05:12.68]And the band played Waltzing Matilda
[05:19.57]And the old men still answer the call
[05:26.75]But year after year their numbers get fewer
[05:33.10]Someday no one will march there at all
[05:40.53]Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
[05:45.54]Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
[05:50.06]And their ghosts may be heard when you pass over Bileban
[05:58.49]Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
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