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the band played waltzing matilda - northeast winds lyrics

when i was a young man i carried me pack
and i lived the free life of a rover
from the murray’s green basin to the dusty outback
i waltzed my matilda all over
and in 19*and*15, my country said, “son
it’s time to stop ramblin’, there’s work to be done”
so they gave me a tin hat and gave me a gun
and they sent me away to the war

and the band played waltzing matilda
as the ship pulled away from the quay
and amid all the cheers, flag*wavin’, and tears
we sailed off for gallipoli

’tis well i remember that terrible day
when our blood stained the sand and the water
and how, in that h*ll did they call suvla bay
we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
johnny turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
he rained us with bullets, and showered us with sh*ll
and in five minutes flat, we were all blown to h*ll
nearly blew us back home to australia

and the band played waltzing matilda
as we stopped to bury our slain
and we buried ours, and the turks buried theirs
and it started all over again
those who were living just tried to survive
in that mad world of blood, death, and fire
and for ten weary weeks i kept myself alive
while around me the corpses piled higher
then a big turkish sh*ll knocked me *rs* over ‘ead
and when i awoke in me ‘ospital bed
to see what it had done, christ, i wished i were dead
never knew there was worse things than dyin’

for no more i’ll go waltzing matilda
all around the green brush far and near
for, to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
no more waltzing matilda for me

they collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
and shipped us back home to australia
some armless, some legless, some blind, some insane
those proud weary heroes of suvla
and when the ship pulled into circular quay
i looked at the hole where me legs used to be
and thank christ there was no one waitin’ there for me
to grieve, to mourn, or to pity

and the band played waltzing matilda
as they carried us down the gangway
but n0body cheered, they just stood there and stared
and then turned their faces away
and now every april i sit on my porch
and i watch the parade pass before me
i see my old comrades, how proudly they march
renewing their deeds of past glory
i see the old men all tired, stiff, and sore
forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
and the young people ask, what the h*ll are they marchin’ for?
and i ask myself the same question

and the band plays waltzing matilda
and the old men still answer the call
but year after year, their number grows fewer
someday, no one will march there at all

waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
who’ll come a*waltzing matilda with me?
and their ghosts can be heard as you march ’round the billybong
who’ll come a*waltzing matilda with me?

waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
you’ll come a*waltzing matilda with me
and their ghosts can be heard as you march ’round the billybong
who’ll come a*waltzing matilda with me?

- northeast winds lyrics

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