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点击复制When I was a young man an' carried a pack
I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green banks to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 the country said Son
No time for roamin' there's work to be done
And they gave me a tin hat they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As our ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers the flag waving and tears
We sailed off to Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was waitin' he primed himself well
Showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell
And in ten seconds flat he'd blown us to hell
Nea'ly blew us right back to Australia
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury the slain
We buried our men the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
They collected the crippled the wounded and maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless the legless the blind and insane
All the brave wounded heroes of Suvla
And when our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
I thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered they just stood and stared
And then they turned their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
But the old men march slowly their bones stiff and sore
Tired old men from a tired old war
And the young people ask What are they marching for
I ask meself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men they answer the call
But year after year the old men disappear
Soon no one will march there at all