***Waltzing Matilda - Axxchor from the album "Rum Sodomy & The Lash" An alteration of a version by Eric Bogle. This version should match the arpeggiated chords the banjo plays in the album version of "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" by The Pogues. Waltzing Matilda - as perfomed by The Pogues Intro: A A A D (xx0232@1) AWhen (x02220@1)I was a young man, I carried my pack. E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)I lived the free life, of a rover. E>From (022100@1)the Murray's green basin, D (xx0232@1) ATo (x02220@1)the dusty outback, E (022100@1) AI (x02220@1)waltzed my matilda all over. E (022100@1) D (xx0232@1) AThen (x02220@1)in 1915, my country said "son" E (022100@1) "It's time to stop rambling," D (xx0232@1) A"Cos (x02220@1)there's work to be done." DSo (xx0232@1)they gave me a tin hat, A (x02220@1) And they gave me a gun, E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)they sent me away to the war. D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)the band played Waltzing Matilda, D (xx0232@1) EAs (022100@1)we sailed away from the quay. DAnd (xx0232@1)amidst all the tears, AAnd (x02220@1)the shouts and the cheers, E (022100@1) AWe (x02220@1)sailed off for Galipoli D (xx0232@1) AHow (x02220@1)well I remember that terrible day, E (022100@1) Awhen (x02220@1)the blood stained the sand and the water. E (022100@1) And how in that hell D (xx0232@1)Athat (x02220@1)they called Souvla Bay E (022100@1) AWe (x02220@1)were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. E (022100@1) D (xx0232@1) AJohnny (x02220@1)Turk, he was ready, He'd primed himself well. E (022100@1) He showered us with bullets, D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)he rained us with shells. DAnd (xx0232@1)in five minutes flat, Ahe'd (x02220@1)blown us all to hell. E (022100@1) ANearly (x02220@1)blew us right back to Australia. D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)the band played Waltzing Matilda, EAs (022100@1)we stopped to bury our slain. DAnd (xx0232@1)we buried ours Aand (x02220@1)the Turks buried theirs, E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)it started all over again. D (xx0232@1) ANow (x02220@1)those who were living, Did their best to survive, E (022100@1) AIn (x02220@1)that mad world of guts, blood, and fire. E (022100@1) And for seven long weeks, D (xx0232@1) AI (x02220@1)kept myself alive, E (022100@1) AAs (x02220@1)the corpses around me piled higher. E (022100@1) D (xx0232@1) AThen (x02220@1)a big Turkish shell, Knocked me arse over tit. E (022100@1) And when I awoke D (xx0232@1) Ain (x02220@1)my hospital bed, DAnd (xx0232@1)saw what it had done, AChrist (x02220@1)I wished I was dead. E (022100@1) ANever (x02220@1)knew there were worse things than dying. D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda, ETo (022100@1)the green bushes so far and near. DFor (xx0232@1)to hang tent and pegs AA (x02220@1)man needs two legs. E (022100@1) ANo (x02220@1)more Waltzing Matilda for me. D (xx0232@1) ASo (x02220@1)they collected the crippled, The wounded and maimed, E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)they shipped us back home to Australia. EThe (022100@1)legless, the armless, D (xx0232@1)Athe (x02220@1)blind and insane. E (022100@1) AThose (x02220@1)proud wounded heroes of Souvla E (022100@1) D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)as our ship pulled into Circular Quay E (022100@1) I looked at the place D (xx0232@1) Awhere (x02220@1)my legs used to be. DAnd (xx0232@1)thank Christ, there was nobody Awaiting (x02220@1)for me, E (022100@1) ATo (x02220@1)grieve and to mourn and to pity. D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)the band played Waltzing Matilda, EAs (022100@1)they carried us down the gangway. DBut (xx0232@1)nobody cheered, AThey (x02220@1)just stood and stared, E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)they turned their faces away. D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)now every April, I sit on my porch, E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)I watch the parades pass before me. E (022100@1) I see my old comrades, D (xx0232@1) AHow (x02220@1)proudly they march. E (022100@1) AReliving (x02220@1)the dreams of past glory. E (022100@1) D (xx0232@1) AI (x02220@1)see the old men, all twisted and torn. E (022100@1) The forgotten heroes D (xx0232@1) Aof (x02220@1)a forgotten war. DAnd (xx0232@1)the young people ask me, AWhat (x02220@1)are they marching for? E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)I ask my self the same question. D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)the band plays Waltzing Matilda, EAnd (022100@1)the old men still answer the call. DBut (xx0232@1)year after year, ATheir (x02220@1)numbers get fewer, E (022100@1) ASomeday (x02220@1)no-one will march there at all. A (x02220@1) DWaltzing (xx0232@1)Matilda, Waltzing Matilda A (x02220@1) EWho'll (022100@1)come a waltzing matilda with me? Outro: AA EA