Band Played Waltzing Matilda-John Schumann and The Vagabond Crew

[ti:Band Played Waltzing Matilda] [ar:John Schumann and The Vagabond Crew] [al:Behind The Lines (Expanded Edition)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.10]Band Played Waltzing Matilda - John Schumann and The Vagabond Crew [00:00.99]Written by：Eric Bogle [00:02.14] [00:09.57]When I was a young man I carried my pack [00:13.27] [00:14.39]And I lived the free life of a rover [00:17.44] [00:18.97]From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback [00:22.68] [00:23.63]I waltzed my Matilda all over [00:26.65] [00:28.27]Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son [00:32.27] [00:32.84]It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done [00:36.63] [00:37.63]So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun [00:41.36] [00:42.22]And they sent me away to the war [00:44.72] [00:47.03]And the band played Waltzing Matilda [00:51.07] [00:51.61]As we sailed away from the quay [00:54.69] [00:56.20]And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers [01:00.99]We sailed off to Gallipoli [01:04.47] [01:13.61]How well I remember that terrible day [01:17.02] [01:18.22]How the blood stained the sand and the water [01:21.35] [01:22.97]And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay [01:26.77] [01:27.58]We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter [01:30.46] [01:32.02]Johnny Turk he was ready he primed himself well [01:36.12] [01:36.84]He chased us with bullets he rained us with shells [01:41.28]And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell [01:45.25] [01:46.10]Nearly blew us right back to Australia [01:49.09] [01:50.81]But the band played Waltzing Matilda [01:53.89] [01:55.40]As we stopped to bury our slain [01:58.63] [01:59.84]We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs [02:04.11] [02:05.87]Then we started all over again [02:08.44] [02:17.50]Now those that were left well we tried to survive [02:21.34] [02:21.96]In a mad world of blood death and fire [02:24.94] [02:26.60]And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive [02:30.31] [02:31.27]But around me the corpses piled higher [02:34.78] [02:36.03]Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit [02:40.51]And when I woke up in my hospital bed [02:44.50] [02:45.33]And saw what it had done I wished I was dead [02:50.08]Never knew there were worse things than dying [02:52.75] [02:54.49]For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda [02:57.35] [02:59.26]All around the green bush far and near [03:02.73] [03:04.06]For to hump tent and pegs a man needs two legs [03:07.95] [03:08.60]No more waltzing Matilda for me [03:12.23] [03:30.52]And now every April I sit on my porch [03:33.97] [03:35.30]And I watch the parade pass before me [03:38.34] [03:39.72]And I watch my old comrades how proudly they march [03:43.45] [03:44.61]Reliving old dreams of past glory [03:47.66] [03:49.38]And the old men march slowly all bent stiff and sore [03:53.04] [03:54.01]The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war [03:57.69] [03:58.71]And the young people ask What are they marching for [04:02.16] [04:03.09]And I ask myself the same question [04:05.92] [04:07.88]And the band plays Waltzing Matilda [04:10.84] [04:12.43]And the old men answer to the call [04:15.25] [04:16.83]But year after year their numbers get fewer [04:20.63] [04:23.02]Some day no one will march there at all