Intro A A each verse & Chorus A D A F#m A E7 A A A D A F#m A E7 A A E E D A E E D A A D A F#m A E7 A A A D A A A D E7 E7 D Bm A D A E7 A A Intro A A Now when verse 1 A D A F#m I was a young man I carried me pack A E7 A A And I lived the free life of a rover A D A F#m From the Murray's green basin to the dusty Out-back A E7 A A I waltzed my Matilda all over E E D A Then in nineteen fif-teen me country said, Son E E D A It's time to stop rambling there's work to be done A D A F#m So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun A E7 A A And they sent me away to the war Chorus 1 A D A A And the band played Waltzing Ma-tilda A E7 A A When the ship pulled away from the quay D Bm A D And a-mid all the tears, flag-waving and cheers A E7 A A We sailed off for Ga-llip-o-li verse 2 A D A F#m And how I re-member that terrible day A E7 A A When our blood stained the sand and the water A D A F#m And how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay A E7 A A We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter E E D A Johnny Turk he was ready, he'd primed himself well E E D A He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shells A D A F#m And in five minutes flat we were all blown to hell A E7 A A Nearly blew us back home to Au-stralia Chorus 2 A D A A And the band played Waltzing Ma-tilda A E7 A A When we stopped to bury our slain D Bm A D We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs A E7 A A Then we started all over a-gain verse 3 A D A F#m And those that were left, just tried to sur-vive A E7 A A In that mad world of blood, death and fire A D A F#m And for ten weary weeks I kept myself a-live A E7 A A While a-round me the corpses piled higher E E D A Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head E E D A And when I a-woke in me hospital bed A D A F#m And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead A E7 A A Never knew there was worse things than dying Chorus 3 A D A A So no more I'll go Waltzing Ma-tilda A E7 A A All a-round the green bush far and near D Bm A D For to hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs A E7 A A No more Waltzing Ma-tilda for me verse 4 A D A F#m So they gathered the wounded, the crippled, the maimed A E7 A A And they shipped us back home to Au-stralia A D A F#m The armless, the legless, the blind, the in-sane A E7 A A Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla E E D A And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay E E D A I looked at the place where me legs used to be A D A F#m And thanked Christ there was no one there waiting for me A E7 A A To grieve and to mourn and to pity Chorus 4 A D A A And the band played Waltzing Ma-tilda A E7 A A When they carried us down the gangway D Bm A D But nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared A E7 A A Then they turned all their faces a-way Verse 5 A D A F#m So now every April I sit on my porch A E7 A A And I watch the par-ade pass be-fore me A D A F#m I see my old comrades how proudly they march A E7 A A Re-newing old dreams of past glory E E D A I see the old men, all tired, stiff and sore E E D A The weary old heroes from a forgotten war A D A F#m And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?" A E7 A A And I ask my-self the same question Chorus 5 A D A A And the band plays Waltzing Ma-tilda A E7 A A And the old men still answer the call D Bm A D But year after year their numbers get fewer A E7 A A Someday no one will march there at all Verse 6 is strumming - 4/4 timing A D Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda A D A E7 Who'll come a-Waltzing Ma-tilda with me? E7 A E7 F#m D And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the Billabong A Dsus2 E7 A Who'll come a-Waltzing Ma-tilda with me?
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