And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda Eric Bogle
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Now when
And I
From the Murray's green
Well, I
Then in
It's
So they gave me a
And they
As the ship pulled aw
And ami
We
And how
How our
And of how in that
We were
Johnny
He
And in five minutes
Nearly
When we stopped to
Then we
And t
In that
And for ten weary
While ar
Then a
And
And saw what it had
Never
All around the green
To
No more
So they
And they
The legless, the
Those
And
I
And thanked Christ there was
To
As they carried us
But
Then they
And so
And I
And I see my old
Re
And the
They're
And the young people
And
And the old men still
But as
Someday
outro - wolno, na melodię "Waltzing Matilda"
And their
Now when
GI was a Cyoung man I Gcarried me e packAnd I
Glived the free Dlife on the GroverFrom the Murray's green
Cbasin to the Gdusty oute backWell, I
Gwaltzed my MatDilda all GoverThen in
D1915 me Ccountry said, GSonIt's
Dtime you stopped rambling, there's Cwork to be GdoneSo they gave me a
Ctin hat, and they Ggave me a e gunAnd they
Gmarched me awDay to the GwarGAnd the band played CWaltzing MatGildaAs the ship pulled aw
Cay from the DquayAnd ami
Cdst all the ca heers, the flag-wGaving and te earsWe
Gsailed off for DGallipoGliAnd how
Gwell I reCmember that Gterrible e dayHow our
Gblood stained the Dsand and the GwaterAnd of how in that
Chell that they Gcall Suvla e BayWe were
Gbutchered like Dlambs at the GslaughterJohnny
DTurk he was waiting, he'd Cprimed himself GwellHe
Dshowered us with bullets, and he Crained us with GshellAnd in five minutes
Cflat he'd Gblown us all to e hellNearly
Gblew us right Dback to AustrGaliaGBut the band played CWaltzing MatGildaWhen we stopped to
Cbury our DslainCWe buried a ours, and the GTurks buried e theirsThen we
Gstarted all Dover agGainAnd t
Ghose that were Cleft, well, we Gtried to sure viveIn that
Gmad world of Dblood, death and GfireAnd for ten weary
Cweeks I kept Gmyself ale iveWhile ar
Gound me the Dcorpses piled GhigherThen a
Dbig Turkish shell knocked me Carse over GheadAnd
Dwhen I woke up in me Chospital GbedAnd saw what it had
Cdone, well, I Gwished I was e deadNever
Gknew there was Dworse things than GdyingGFor I'll go no more CWaltzing MatGildaAll around the green
Cbush far and DfreeTo
Chump tent and a pegs a mGan needs both le egsNo more
GWaltzing MatDilda for GmeSo they
Ggathered the Ccrippled, the Gwounded, the e maimedAnd they
Gshipped us back Dhome to AustrGaliaThe legless, the
Carmless, the Gblind, the ine saneThose
Gproud wounded Dheroes of GSuvlaAnd
Das our ship pulled into CCircular GQuayI
Dlooked at the place where me Clegs used to GbeAnd thanked Christ there was
Cnobody Gwaiting for e meTo
Ggrieve, to Dmourn, and to GpityGBut the band played CWaltzing MatGildaAs they carried us
Cdown the gangDwayBut
Cnobody a cheered, they just Gstood and e staredThen they
Gturned all their Dfaces aGwayAnd so
Gnow every CApril I Gsit on my e porchAnd I
Gwatch the parDade pass beGfore meAnd I see my old
Ccomrades how Gproudly they e marchRe
Gviving old Ddreams of past GgloryAnd the
Dold men march slowly, all Cbones stiff and GsoreThey're
Dtired old heroes from a Cforgotten GwarAnd the young people
Cask, "What are tGhey marching fe or?"And
GI ask meDself the same GquestionGBut the band plays CWaltzing MatGildaAnd the old men still
Canswer the DcallBut as
Cyear follows a year, more old Gmen disape pearSomeday
Gno one will Dmarch there at Galloutro - wolno, na melodię "Waltzing Matilda"
GWaltzing Matilda, CWaltzing MatildaGWho'll come a-e Waltzing Maa tilda with Dme?And their
Gghosts may be Dheard as they e march by that CbillabongGWho'll come a-Waltzing MaDtilda with Gme?
