From: terryk@encore.com (Terence M. Kelleher)
Subject: Re: REQ: 'And the band played Waltzing Matilda' - Eric Bogle
Date: Tue, 1 Sep 1992 01:32:56 GMT
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Organization: Encore Computer Corporation


In article <RODI.92Aug31124417@haegar.ikp.uni-koeln.de> rodi@ikp.uni-koeln.de (Rolf-Dietmar Herzberg) writes:

   Well, I don't know the Eric Bogle version, but I once had a tape of some
   Tommy Makum & Ian Clency (Hope I spelled their names right..) live concert
   where they played this and they used the following cords. Just try 'em and
   see if they fit. It's in a swingy 3/4 or maybe 6/8. 

That's Tommy Makem and Liam Clancy.

I have entered below from the "Eric Bogle Song Book", with a couple
corrections where they certainly had the wrong chords.  The words
differ slightly from the Makem and Clancy version.

   And the band played Waltzing Matilda

         C        F           C          a
Now When I was a young man I carried my pack
      C              G7        C
and I lived the free life of a rover.
         C              F            C         a
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty out back
       C          G7          C
Well I waltzed my Matilda all over.
     G                   F             C
Then nineteen fifteen my country said "son,
     G                               F          C
It's time you stopped roving there's work to be done!"
		      F            C         a
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
         C       G7          C
And they sent me away to the war.
    C                F           C
And the band played "Waltzing Ma-tilda"
       C           F             G7
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
    F                             C          a
But midst all the tears, the flag waving and cheers,
	C        G7     C
We sailed off to Galipolli



How well I rememberer that terrible day,
How the blood stained the sand and the water,
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were buthered like lambs at the slaughter;
Junny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well,
he rained us with bullets and showered us with shells,
And in ten minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us right back to Australia

Chorus:
But the band played "Waltzing Matilda",
When we stopped to bury the slain,
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.

And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
In that mad world of death, blood and fire,
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive,
Though around me the corpses piled higher;
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I awoke in my hospital bed
I saw what it had done, and I wished I was dead,
Never knew there were woirse things than dying.

Chorus:
For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda
All around the wild bush far and free,
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more waltzing Matilda for me.

Then they gathered the wounded the crippled the maimed,
And sent us back home to Australia,
The armless, the legless, the blind and insane,
The brave wounded heros of Suvla;
And when our ship pulled into Circular Quay,
I looked at the stumps where my legs used to be,
And thankd Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.

Chorus:
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As they carried us down the gangway.
But nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared,
Then they turned their faces away.

So now every April I sit on my porch,
And I watch the parade pass before me;
And I see my old comrades how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams of past glory,
The old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore,
Tired old men from a forgotten war,
The young people ask: "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question.

Chorus
And the bad plays "Waltzing Matilda",
The old men still answwr the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear,
Someday no one will march there at all

(To the tune of Waltzing Matilda.  This ends the Makem and Clancy
version) 

Watlzing Matilda, watzing Matilda,
Oh, who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.
And their ghosts may be heard
As they walk by the billabong
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.
--

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