And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda-Pat Woods

[ti:And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda] [ar:Pat Woods] [al:The Rare Oul Times] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda (乐队演奏丛林流浪) - Pat Woods [00:08.43]When i was a young man i carried my pack [00:12.45] [00:13.18]And i lived the free life of a rover [00:16.21] [00:18.14]From the murrays green basin to the dusty outback [00:21.97] [00:22.93]I waltzed my matilda all over [00:25.94] [00:27.73]Then in nineteen fifteen my country said son [00:31.84] [00:32.64]It's time to stop rambling cause there's work to be done [00:36.73] [00:37.59]So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun [00:41.72] [00:43.83]And they sent me away to the war [00:46.54] [00:48.67]And the band played waltzing matilda [00:51.67] [00:53.44]As we sailed away from the quay [00:56.46] [00:58.72]And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers [01:02.52] [01:04.57]We sailed off to gallipoli [01:06.99] [01:09.97]How well i remember that terrible day [01:13.44] [01:14.32]The blood stained the sand and the water [01:17.57] [01:19.54]And how in that hell that they called suvla bay [01:23.61] [01:24.48]We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter [01:27.71] [01:29.37]Johnny turk he was ready he primed himself well [01:33.76] [01:34.32]He us with bullets he rained us with shells [01:38.27] [01:39.23]And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell [01:43.51] [01:45.48]Nearly blew us right back to australia [01:48.20] [01:50.61]But the band played waltzing matilda [01:53.48] [01:55.21]As we stopped to bury our slain [01:58.58] [02:01.17]And we buried ours and the turks buried theirs [02:04.63] [02:06.72]Then started all over again [02:09.66] [02:12.10]Now those try to survive [02:15.62] [02:16.70]In mad world of blood death and fire [02:19.82] [02:21.48]And for weeks i kept myself alive [02:25.83] [02:26.88]Around me they cought hear [02:29.47] [02:31.66]Then a big turkish shell knocked me arse over tit [02:35.83] [02:36.61]And when i woke up in my hospital bed [02:40.48] [02:41.31]And saw what it had done i wished i was dead [02:45.64] [02:47.75]Never knew there were worse things than dying [02:50.79] [02:52.89]No more i'll go waltzing matilda [02:56.29] [02:58.58]The green far and near [03:02.06] [03:02.86]For to hump tent and pegs a man needs two legs [03:06.78] [03:08.99]No more waltzing matilda for me [03:12.08] [03:13.99]So they collected the cripples the wounded maimed [03:18.19] [03:18.89]And they shipped us back home to australia [03:21.71] [03:24.08]The blind insane the young bluse black down thing [03:27.85] [03:28.78]Those proud wounded heroes of suvla [03:31.94] [03:33.75]And as our ship pulled into circular quay [03:37.95] [03:38.76]I looked at the place where legs used to be [03:42.88] [03:43.71]And thank christ there was nobody waiting for me [03:47.95] [03:50.15]To grieve and to mourn and to pity [03:53.32] [03:55.08]And the band played waltzing matilda [03:58.10] [03:59.96]As they carried us down the gangway [04:02.77] [04:05.93]But nobody cheered they just stood and stared [04:09.31] [04:11.24]Turned all their faces away [04:14.45] [04:16.39]And now every april i sit on my porch [04:20.43] [04:21.33]And i watch the parade pass before me [04:24.63] [04:26.32]And now my old comrades how proudly they march [04:30.43] [04:31.34]Reliving dreams of past glory [04:34.56] [04:36.32]I say the [04:37.53]New men much slowly you bunch handsome [04:40.82] [04:41.47]The forgotten heroes a forgotten war [04:45.42] [04:46.27]And the young people ask what are they marching for [04:50.55] [04:52.76]And i ask myself the same question [04:55.86] [04:57.76]And the band plays waltzing matilda [05:00.94] [05:02.71]And the old men answer to the call [05:05.98] [05:08.07]But year after year their numbers get fewer [05:11.94] [05:14.09]Some day no one will march there at all [05:17.28] [05:20.42]Waltzing matilda waltzing matilda [05:26.50] [05:28.55]Who'll a waltzing matilda with me [05:35.37] [05:37.02]And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong [05:43.59] [05:45.63]So who'll come a waltzing matilda with me