[Intro ]
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each verse & Chorus 
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Intro  A   A   

       Now when 
verse 1 
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I was a young man I carried me pack 
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And I lived the free life of a rover 
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From the Murray's green basin to the dusty Out-back 
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I waltzed my Matilda all over 

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Then in nineteen fif-teen me country said, Son 
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It's time to stop rambling there's work to be done 
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So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun 
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And they sent me away to the war 

Chorus 1 
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And the band played Waltzing Ma-tilda 
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When the ship pulled away from the quay 
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And a-mid all the tears, flag-waving and cheers 
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We sailed off for Ga-llip-o-li 

verse 2 
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And how I re-member that terrible day 
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When our blood stained the sand and the water 
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And how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay 
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We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter 

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Johnny Turk he was ready, he'd primed himself well 
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He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shells 
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And in five minutes flat we were all blown to hell 
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Nearly blew us back home to Au-stralia 

Chorus 2 
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And the band played Waltzing Ma-tilda 
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When we stopped to bury our slain 
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We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs 
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Then we started all over a-gain 

verse 3 
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And those that were left, just tried to sur-vive 
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In that mad world of blood, death and fire 
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And for ten weary weeks I kept myself a-live 
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While a-round me the corpses piled higher 

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Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head 
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And when I a-woke in me hospital bed 
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And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead 
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Never knew there was worse things than dying 

Chorus 3 
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So no more I'll go Waltzing Ma-tilda 
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All a-round the green bush far and near 
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For to hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs 
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No more Waltzing Ma-tilda for me 

verse 4 
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So they gathered the wounded, the crippled, the maimed 
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And they shipped us back home to Au-stralia 
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The armless, the legless, the blind, the in-sane 
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Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla 

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And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay 
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I looked at the place where me legs used to be 
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And thanked Christ there was no one there waiting for me 
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To grieve and to mourn and to pity 

Chorus 4 
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And the band played Waltzing Ma-tilda 
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When they carried us down the gangway 
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But nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared 
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Then they turned all their faces a-way 

Verse 5 
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So now every April I sit on my porch 
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And I watch the par-ade pass be-fore me 
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I see my old comrades how proudly they march 
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Re-newing old dreams of past glory 

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I see the old men, all tired, stiff and sore 
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The weary old heroes from a forgotten war 
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And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?" 
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And I ask my-self the same question 

Chorus 5 
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And the band plays Waltzing Ma-tilda 
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And the old men still answer the call 
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But year after year their numbers get fewer 
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Someday no one will march there at all 


Verse 6 is strumming - 4/4 timing 

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Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda 
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Who'll come a-Waltzing Ma-tilda with me? 
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And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the Billabong 
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Who'll come a-Waltzing Ma-tilda with me?