Scorn of the Women - Weddings, Parties, Anything
                                                                    
    G (320003@1)                      D (xx0232@1)                                     
I remember respectfully like others before me
    A (x02220@1)                                                              
All those folk who fell in the war
    G (320003@1)                      D (xx0232@1)                                      
And I hear you singing songs of lamentation
      A (x02220@1)                        D (xx0232@1)                                  
But I don't wish to hear them no more
A (x02220@1)                                             G (320003@1)                   AWhat (x02220@1)did you do in the time of the war? It's a question asked by everyone
   G (320003@1)                     D (xx0232@1)                  A (x02220@1)                   D (xx0232@1)I stood in a line my screwdriver in hand making aircraft out at Laverton
                                                                    
            G (320003@1)                      D (xx0232@1)  So don't sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda
         A (x02220@1)       G (320003@1)          A (x02220@1)       G (320003@1)                              
   Don't tell me I tried, don't tell me I failed
       G (320003@1)                 D (xx0232@1)                                           
   For all I recall is the scorn of the women
         A (x02220@1)                                  D (xx0232@1)                        
   And a white feather that I received in the mail
                                                                    
    G (320003@1)                   D (xx0232@1)                                     
I remember the day I went down to enlist
         A (x02220@1)                                                        
And they said "Read this chart on the wall"
     G (320003@1)                   D (xx0232@1)                                       
I remember the tone of the voice of the doctor
      A (x02220@1)                                                     D (xx0232@1)     
As he said to me: "That will be all. Thank you very much"
 A (x02220@1)                                    G (320003@1)                    A (x02220@1)     
Riding home slowly I sat on my tram not sure if to laugh or to cry
       G (320003@1)                         D (xx0232@1)                                
For to train in the camps, sure, a man needs his lamps
      A (x02220@1)                            D (xx0232@1)                              
And a good soldier he must have good eyes
                                                                    
Chorus
                                                                    
        G (320003@1)                        D (xx0232@1)                             
Well it takes more than bullets to murder and maim
        A (x02220@1)                                                          
Whether worn down or beaten a death's still a death
        G (320003@1)                         D (xx0232@1)                               
And you know sometimes when I think back to the forties
  A (x02220@1)                   D (xx0232@1)                                          
I pray for my very last breath
    A (x02220@1)                                                              
You know I have nothing against those who fought
        G (320003@1)                         A (x02220@1)                               
But for Christ's sake we do what we can
            G (320003@1)                        D (xx0232@1)                            
And there's more than one way that you can skin a cat
            A (x02220@1)                                 D (xx0232@1)                   
And there's more than one way you can cripple a man
                                                                    
Chorus