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