Chords for Ronnie Drew - The Band Played Waltzing Matilda [Audio Stream]
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
When I [C] was a young man, [G] I carried [Em] me pack, [G] and I lived the free [D] life of [G] the rover.
From the Murray's [C] green basin [G] to the dusty [Em] outback, [G] I watched my [D] Matilda [G] all over.
[D] Then in 1915, [C] me country [G] said, son, [D] it's time to stop ramblin', [C] there's work to be [G] done.
So they gave me [C] a tin hat, [G] and they gave [Em] me a gun, [G] and they sent me [D] away to [G] the war.
And the band [C] played a waltzing [G] Matilda when the ship pulled away from [D] the quay.
[C] And amid all the tears, [G] flag-wavin' [Em] and tears, [G] we sailed off [D] for [G] Gallipoli.
But well, [C] I remember [Em] that terrible day, [G] when our blood stained [D] the sand [G] and the water.
And how, [C] in that hell [G] they called [Em] Suvla Bay, [G] we were butchered [D] like lambs [G] at the slaughter.
[D] Johnny Turk, he was ready, [C] he'd primed himself [G]
well, [D] he rained us with bullets, [C] and he showered us [G] with shell.
And in five [C] minutes flat, [G] we were all blown [Em] to hell.
[G] He nearly blew us [D] back home to [G] Australia.
And the band [C] played a waltzing [G] Matilda when we stopped to bury [D] our slain.
[C] Well, we buried ours, [G] and the Turks [Em] buried theirs, then [G] it started [Bm] all over [G] again.
Oh, those that [C] were living [G] just tried to [Em] survive [G] in that mad world of [D] blood, [G] death, and fire.
And for ten weary [C] weeks, [G] I kept myself [Em] alive, [G] while around me [Dm] the corpses [G] piled higher.
[D] Then a big Turkish shell [C] knocked me arse [G] overhead, [D] and when I awoke [C] in me hospital [G] bed, and saw what it [C] had done, [G] I wished I [Em] was dead.
I [G] never knew there [D] was a worse thing [G] than dying.
On a moor I'll [C] go waltzing [G]
Matilda, all around the green bush far [D] and near.
For [C] to hump tent and [G] pegs, a man needs both [Em] legs.
[G] No more waltzing [D] Matilda [G] for me.
They collected [C] the wounded, the [G] crippled, [Em] the [G] maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, [C] the legless, [G] the blind and the [E] insane, [G] those proud wounded heroes of Subla.
[D] And when the ship pulled [C] into [G] circularity, [D] I looked at the place where [C] me legs used [G] to be, and thank Christ there [C] was no one [G] there waiting [D] [Em] for me.
To [G] grieve and to mourn and to pity.
And the band [C] played waltzing [G] Matilda, when they carried us down the [D] gangway.
[C] Oh, nobody cheered, they [G] just stood there and [Em] stared, [G] then they turned all their faces away.
Oh now, [C] every April [G] I sit on [Em] my porch, and [G] I watch the [D] parade pass [G] before me.
I see my [C] old comrades, [G] how proudly [Em] they march, [G] renewing [D] their dreams of past [G] glories.
[D] I see the old men, [C] all charred, stiff and [G] worn, [D] those weary old heroes of [C] a forgotten [G] war.
And the young [C] people ask, what [G] are they [Em] marching for?
[G] And I ask [D] myself the [G] same question.
And the band [C] plays the waltzing [G] Matilda, and the old men still answer the [D] call.
[C] But year after year, [G] the numbers [Em] get fewer, someday [G] no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, [C] waltzing Matilda, [G]
who'll come a waltzing Matilda [D] with me?
[G] And the ghosts may [D] be heard [C]
as they march by the billabong, [G] so who'll come a waltzing [D] Matilda [G] with me?
[N]
When I [C] was a young man, [G] I carried [Em] me pack, [G] and I lived the free [D] life of [G] the rover.
From the Murray's [C] green basin [G] to the dusty [Em] outback, [G] I watched my [D] Matilda [G] all over.
[D] Then in 1915, [C] me country [G] said, son, [D] it's time to stop ramblin', [C] there's work to be [G] done.
So they gave me [C] a tin hat, [G] and they gave [Em] me a gun, [G] and they sent me [D] away to [G] the war.
And the band [C] played a waltzing [G] Matilda when the ship pulled away from [D] the quay.
[C] And amid all the tears, [G] flag-wavin' [Em] and tears, [G] we sailed off [D] for [G] Gallipoli.
But well, [C] I remember [Em] that terrible day, [G] when our blood stained [D] the sand [G] and the water.
And how, [C] in that hell [G] they called [Em] Suvla Bay, [G] we were butchered [D] like lambs [G] at the slaughter.
[D] Johnny Turk, he was ready, [C] he'd primed himself [G]
well, [D] he rained us with bullets, [C] and he showered us [G] with shell.
And in five [C] minutes flat, [G] we were all blown [Em] to hell.
[G] He nearly blew us [D] back home to [G] Australia.
And the band [C] played a waltzing [G] Matilda when we stopped to bury [D] our slain.
[C] Well, we buried ours, [G] and the Turks [Em] buried theirs, then [G] it started [Bm] all over [G] again.
Oh, those that [C] were living [G] just tried to [Em] survive [G] in that mad world of [D] blood, [G] death, and fire.
And for ten weary [C] weeks, [G] I kept myself [Em] alive, [G] while around me [Dm] the corpses [G] piled higher.
[D] Then a big Turkish shell [C] knocked me arse [G] overhead, [D] and when I awoke [C] in me hospital [G] bed, and saw what it [C] had done, [G] I wished I [Em] was dead.
I [G] never knew there [D] was a worse thing [G] than dying.
On a moor I'll [C] go waltzing [G]
Matilda, all around the green bush far [D] and near.
For [C] to hump tent and [G] pegs, a man needs both [Em] legs.
[G] No more waltzing [D] Matilda [G] for me.
They collected [C] the wounded, the [G] crippled, [Em] the [G] maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, [C] the legless, [G] the blind and the [E] insane, [G] those proud wounded heroes of Subla.
[D] And when the ship pulled [C] into [G] circularity, [D] I looked at the place where [C] me legs used [G] to be, and thank Christ there [C] was no one [G] there waiting [D] [Em] for me.
To [G] grieve and to mourn and to pity.
And the band [C] played waltzing [G] Matilda, when they carried us down the [D] gangway.
[C] Oh, nobody cheered, they [G] just stood there and [Em] stared, [G] then they turned all their faces away.
Oh now, [C] every April [G] I sit on [Em] my porch, and [G] I watch the [D] parade pass [G] before me.
I see my [C] old comrades, [G] how proudly [Em] they march, [G] renewing [D] their dreams of past [G] glories.
[D] I see the old men, [C] all charred, stiff and [G] worn, [D] those weary old heroes of [C] a forgotten [G] war.
And the young [C] people ask, what [G] are they [Em] marching for?
[G] And I ask [D] myself the [G] same question.
And the band [C] plays the waltzing [G] Matilda, and the old men still answer the [D] call.
[C] But year after year, [G] the numbers [Em] get fewer, someday [G] no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, [C] waltzing Matilda, [G]
who'll come a waltzing Matilda [D] with me?
[G] And the ghosts may [D] be heard [C]
as they march by the billabong, [G] so who'll come a waltzing [D] Matilda [G] with me?
[N]
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
When I [C] was a young man, [G] I carried [Em] me pack, [G] and I lived the free [D] life of [G] the rover. _
_ _ From the Murray's [C] green basin [G] to the dusty _ [Em] outback, _ [G] I watched my [D] Matilda [G] all over.
_ _ _ [D] Then in _ _ 1915, [C] me country [G] said, son, _ [D] it's time to stop _ ramblin', [C] there's work to be [G] done.
So they gave me [C] a tin hat, [G] and they gave [Em] me a gun, _ _ _ _ [G] and they sent me [D] away to [G] the war.
And _ the band [C] played a waltzing [G] Matilda _ when _ the ship pulled away from [D] the quay.
_ _ _ [C] And amid all the tears, _ [G] flag-wavin' [Em] and tears, _ _ _ [G] we sailed off [D] for _ [G] Gallipoli. _ _ _ _
_ But well, [C] I remember _ [Em] that terrible day, _ [G] when our blood stained [D] the sand [G] and the water. _
_ _ And how, [C] in that hell [G] they called [Em] Suvla Bay, _ [G] we were butchered [D] like lambs [G] at the slaughter.
_ _ _ _ [D] Johnny Turk, he was ready, _ [C] he'd primed himself [G]
well, [D] he rained us with bullets, [C] and he showered us [G] with shell.
And in five [C] minutes flat, _ [G] we were all blown [Em] to hell.
_ _ _ [G] He nearly blew us [D] back home to [G] Australia. _
And the band [C] played a waltzing [G] Matilda _ _ when _ we stopped to bury [D] our slain.
_ _ _ _ [C] Well, we buried _ ours, [G] and the Turks [Em] buried theirs, _ _ _ then [G] it started [Bm] all over _ [G] again. _ _ _
_ Oh, those that [C] were living [G] just tried to [Em] survive [G] in that mad world of [D] blood, [G] death, and fire. _
_ _ And for ten weary [C] weeks, _ [G] I kept myself [Em] alive, [G] while around me [Dm] the corpses [G] piled higher.
_ _ [D] Then a big Turkish shell [C] knocked me arse [G] overhead, _ [D] and when I awoke [C] in me hospital [G] bed, and saw what it [C] had done, [G] I wished I [Em] was dead. _
_ I [G] never knew there [D] was a worse thing [G] than dying. _ _ _ _
On a moor I'll [C] go waltzing _ [G]
Matilda, _ _ _ all around the green bush far [D] and near. _
For [C] to hump tent and _ [G] pegs, a man needs both [Em] legs. _ _
_ [G] No more waltzing [D] Matilda [G] for me.
_ _ _ They collected [C] the wounded, the [G] crippled, [Em] the _ [G] maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia. _ _ _ _
The armless, [C] the legless, [G] the blind and the [E] insane, [G] those proud wounded heroes of Subla. _ _
_ [D] And when the ship pulled [C] into _ [G] circularity, _ [D] I looked at the place where [C] me legs used [G] to be, and thank Christ there [C] was no one [G] there waiting [D] [Em] for me. _
To _ _ [G] grieve and to mourn and to pity. _ _ _ _
And the band [C] played waltzing [G] Matilda, _ _ _ when they carried us _ down the [D] gangway. _ _ _
[C] Oh, nobody _ cheered, they [G] just stood there and [Em] stared, _ _ _ _ [G] then they turned all their faces _ away.
_ _ _ _ Oh now, [C] every April [G] I sit on [Em] my porch, and [G] I watch the [D] parade pass [G] before me.
_ _ _ I see my [C] old comrades, [G] how proudly [Em] they march, _ [G] renewing [D] their dreams of past [G] glories. _ _ _
[D] I see the old men, [C] all charred, stiff and [G] worn, _ [D] those weary old heroes of [C] a forgotten [G] war.
And the young [C] people ask, what [G] are they [Em] marching for? _ _ _ _
[G] And I ask _ [D] myself the [G] same question.
_ _ _ _ And the band [C] plays the waltzing _ [G] Matilda, _ _ _ and the old men still answer the [D] call.
_ _ _ [C] But year after year, [G] the numbers [Em] get fewer, _ _ _ someday [G] no one will march there at all. _
_ _ _ _ Waltzing Matilda, _ [C] _ waltzing Matilda, [G] _
who'll come a waltzing Matilda [D] with me?
[G] And the ghosts may [D] be heard [C]
as they march by the billabong, [G] so who'll come a waltzing [D] _ Matilda [G] with me? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
When I [C] was a young man, [G] I carried [Em] me pack, [G] and I lived the free [D] life of [G] the rover. _
_ _ From the Murray's [C] green basin [G] to the dusty _ [Em] outback, _ [G] I watched my [D] Matilda [G] all over.
_ _ _ [D] Then in _ _ 1915, [C] me country [G] said, son, _ [D] it's time to stop _ ramblin', [C] there's work to be [G] done.
So they gave me [C] a tin hat, [G] and they gave [Em] me a gun, _ _ _ _ [G] and they sent me [D] away to [G] the war.
And _ the band [C] played a waltzing [G] Matilda _ when _ the ship pulled away from [D] the quay.
_ _ _ [C] And amid all the tears, _ [G] flag-wavin' [Em] and tears, _ _ _ [G] we sailed off [D] for _ [G] Gallipoli. _ _ _ _
_ But well, [C] I remember _ [Em] that terrible day, _ [G] when our blood stained [D] the sand [G] and the water. _
_ _ And how, [C] in that hell [G] they called [Em] Suvla Bay, _ [G] we were butchered [D] like lambs [G] at the slaughter.
_ _ _ _ [D] Johnny Turk, he was ready, _ [C] he'd primed himself [G]
well, [D] he rained us with bullets, [C] and he showered us [G] with shell.
And in five [C] minutes flat, _ [G] we were all blown [Em] to hell.
_ _ _ [G] He nearly blew us [D] back home to [G] Australia. _
And the band [C] played a waltzing [G] Matilda _ _ when _ we stopped to bury [D] our slain.
_ _ _ _ [C] Well, we buried _ ours, [G] and the Turks [Em] buried theirs, _ _ _ then [G] it started [Bm] all over _ [G] again. _ _ _
_ Oh, those that [C] were living [G] just tried to [Em] survive [G] in that mad world of [D] blood, [G] death, and fire. _
_ _ And for ten weary [C] weeks, _ [G] I kept myself [Em] alive, [G] while around me [Dm] the corpses [G] piled higher.
_ _ [D] Then a big Turkish shell [C] knocked me arse [G] overhead, _ [D] and when I awoke [C] in me hospital [G] bed, and saw what it [C] had done, [G] I wished I [Em] was dead. _
_ I [G] never knew there [D] was a worse thing [G] than dying. _ _ _ _
On a moor I'll [C] go waltzing _ [G]
Matilda, _ _ _ all around the green bush far [D] and near. _
For [C] to hump tent and _ [G] pegs, a man needs both [Em] legs. _ _
_ [G] No more waltzing [D] Matilda [G] for me.
_ _ _ They collected [C] the wounded, the [G] crippled, [Em] the _ [G] maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia. _ _ _ _
The armless, [C] the legless, [G] the blind and the [E] insane, [G] those proud wounded heroes of Subla. _ _
_ [D] And when the ship pulled [C] into _ [G] circularity, _ [D] I looked at the place where [C] me legs used [G] to be, and thank Christ there [C] was no one [G] there waiting [D] [Em] for me. _
To _ _ [G] grieve and to mourn and to pity. _ _ _ _
And the band [C] played waltzing [G] Matilda, _ _ _ when they carried us _ down the [D] gangway. _ _ _
[C] Oh, nobody _ cheered, they [G] just stood there and [Em] stared, _ _ _ _ [G] then they turned all their faces _ away.
_ _ _ _ Oh now, [C] every April [G] I sit on [Em] my porch, and [G] I watch the [D] parade pass [G] before me.
_ _ _ I see my [C] old comrades, [G] how proudly [Em] they march, _ [G] renewing [D] their dreams of past [G] glories. _ _ _
[D] I see the old men, [C] all charred, stiff and [G] worn, _ [D] those weary old heroes of [C] a forgotten [G] war.
And the young [C] people ask, what [G] are they [Em] marching for? _ _ _ _
[G] And I ask _ [D] myself the [G] same question.
_ _ _ _ And the band [C] plays the waltzing _ [G] Matilda, _ _ _ and the old men still answer the [D] call.
_ _ _ [C] But year after year, [G] the numbers [Em] get fewer, _ _ _ someday [G] no one will march there at all. _
_ _ _ _ Waltzing Matilda, _ [C] _ waltzing Matilda, [G] _
who'll come a waltzing Matilda [D] with me?
[G] And the ghosts may [D] be heard [C]
as they march by the billabong, [G] so who'll come a waltzing [D] _ Matilda [G] with me? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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