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Now when I was a young man I carried me pack And lived the free life of a rover. From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915 the country said “Son” There’s no time for rambling there’s work to be done. So they gave me a tin-hat and they gave me a gun. And they marched me away to the war. And the band played “Waltzing Matilda” As the ship pulled away from the quay. And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli. And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water. And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, We were butchered like lambs at a slaughter. Johnny Turk, he was waiting he primed himself well. He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat – well he blew us to hell. Nearly blew us right back to Australia. But the band played “Waltzing Matilda” When we stopped to bury our slain Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, Then we started all over again. And those that were left, well, we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire. And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher. Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, And when I awoke in me hospital bed, And saw what it had done , well, I wished I was dead. Never knew there was worse things than dying. I’ll go no more “Waltzing Matilda” All around the green bush far and free… To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs, No more Waltzing Matilda for me. So they gathered the crippled, the wounded the maimed, And they shipped us back home to Australia. The armless, the legless, the blind and insane. Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla. And as our ship pu

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