Now when I was a young man I carried me packAnd I lived the free
life of the rover.Then in 1915, my country said,
'Son,It's time you stop ramblin', 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 call Suvla BayWe were butchered like lambs
at the slaughter.Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over
head,And when I woke up in my hospital bedAnd saw what it had
done, well, I wished I was deadNever knew there was worse things
than dying.For I'll go no more 'Waltzing
Matilda,'All around the green bush far and freeTo 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, the insane,Those proud wounded
heroes of Suvla.And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,I
looked at the place where me legs used to be,And thanked Christ
there was nobody waiting for me,To mourn grieve and the pity.And
the band plays 'Waltzing Matilda,'And the young men
still answer the call,But as year follows year, more young men
disappearSomeday, no one will march there at all.Waltzing
Mathilda, Waltzing MathildaWho'll come a-waltzing Mathilda
with meAnd their ghosts may be heard as you pass the
BillabongWho'll come a-waltzing Mathilda with me ?