The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Chords by The Dubliners
Tempo:
137.15 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
When I was [C] a young man, [G] I carried [Em] me pack, [G] and I lived the [D] free life [G] of 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 [G] be done.
So they gave [C] me a tin hat, [G] and they gave me [Em] a gun, [G] and they sent me [D] away to the [G] war.
And the band played [C] 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, I [C] 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 Suvla [Em] 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 minutes [C] flat, [G] we were all blown [Em] to hell.
[G] In it he blew us [Dm] back home to [G] Australia.
And the band [C] played Waltzing [G] Matilda when we stopped to bury our [D] 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 [Dm] 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.
Then [D] 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.
[G] I never knew [D] there was a worse thing [G] than dying.
On a moor I'll [C] go Waltzing [G] Matilda, all around the green bush [D] far and near.
[C] With a hump tent and [G] pegs, a man needs [Em] both legs.
[G] No more Waltzing [D] Matilda [G] for me.
They collected [C] the wounded, [G] they crippled [Em] the maimed, [G] and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, [C] the legless, [G] the blind and the [Em] insane.
[G] Those proud wounded heroes of Zubla.
[D] And when the ship pulled into [C]
circular [G] quay, [D] I looked at the place [C] where me legs used [G] to be.
And thank Christ, [C] there was no one [G] there waiting [D] [Em] for me to [G] grieve and to mourn and to pity.
And the band played [C] Waltzing [G] Matilda, when they carried us down the [D] gangway.
[C] Oh, nobody cheered, [G] they just stood there [Em] and stared.
Then [G] they turned all their faces away.
Oh now, every [C] April [G] I sit on my [Em] porch [G] and I watch [D] the parade pass [G] before me.
I see my old [C] comrades, [G] how proudly [Em] they march, [G] renewing their [D] dreams of [G] past glories.
[D] I see the old men, [C] all tired, stiff and [G] worn.
[D] Those weary old heroes [C] of a forgotten [G] war.
And the young people [C] ask, [G] what are they marching [Em] for?
And [G] I ask [D] myself the same [G] question.
And the band [C] plays Waltzing [G] Matilda, and the old men still answer the [D] call.
[C] But year after year, the [G] numbers get [Em] fewer.
[G] Someday 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 [D] may be heard [C] as they march by the billamong.
[G] So who'll come a Waltzing [D] Matilda [G] with me?
When I was [C] a young man, [G] I carried [Em] me pack, [G] and I lived the [D] free life [G] of 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 [G] be done.
So they gave [C] me a tin hat, [G] and they gave me [Em] a gun, [G] and they sent me [D] away to the [G] war.
And the band played [C] 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, I [C] 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 Suvla [Em] 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 minutes [C] flat, [G] we were all blown [Em] to hell.
[G] In it he blew us [Dm] back home to [G] Australia.
And the band [C] played Waltzing [G] Matilda when we stopped to bury our [D] 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 [Dm] 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.
Then [D] 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.
[G] I never knew [D] there was a worse thing [G] than dying.
On a moor I'll [C] go Waltzing [G] Matilda, all around the green bush [D] far and near.
[C] With a hump tent and [G] pegs, a man needs [Em] both legs.
[G] No more Waltzing [D] Matilda [G] for me.
They collected [C] the wounded, [G] they crippled [Em] the maimed, [G] and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, [C] the legless, [G] the blind and the [Em] insane.
[G] Those proud wounded heroes of Zubla.
[D] And when the ship pulled into [C]
circular [G] quay, [D] I looked at the place [C] where me legs used [G] to be.
And thank Christ, [C] there was no one [G] there waiting [D] [Em] for me to [G] grieve and to mourn and to pity.
And the band played [C] Waltzing [G] Matilda, when they carried us down the [D] gangway.
[C] Oh, nobody cheered, [G] they just stood there [Em] and stared.
Then [G] they turned all their faces away.
Oh now, every [C] April [G] I sit on my [Em] porch [G] and I watch [D] the parade pass [G] before me.
I see my old [C] comrades, [G] how proudly [Em] they march, [G] renewing their [D] dreams of [G] past glories.
[D] I see the old men, [C] all tired, stiff and [G] worn.
[D] Those weary old heroes [C] of a forgotten [G] war.
And the young people [C] ask, [G] what are they marching [Em] for?
And [G] I ask [D] myself the same [G] question.
And the band [C] plays Waltzing [G] Matilda, and the old men still answer the [D] call.
[C] But year after year, the [G] numbers get [Em] fewer.
[G] Someday 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 [D] may be heard [C] as they march by the billamong.
[G] So who'll come a Waltzing [D] Matilda [G] with me?
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
When I was [C] a young man, [G] I carried _ [Em] me pack, _ [G] and I lived the [D] free life [G] of 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 [G] be done.
So they gave [C] me a tin hat, [G] and they gave me [Em] a gun, _ _ _ [G] and they sent me [D] away to the [G] war.
And _ _ the band played [C] 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, I [C] 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 Suvla [Em] 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 minutes [C] flat, _ [G] we were all blown [Em] to hell.
_ _ _ [G] In it he blew us [Dm] back home to [G] Australia. _
And _ the band [C] played Waltzing _ [G] Matilda _ when _ we stopped to bury our [D] 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 [Dm] 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. _
_ _ Then [D] 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. _ _
_ [G] I never knew [D] there was a worse thing [G] than dying. _ _ _ _
On a moor I'll [C] go Waltzing _ [G] Matilda, _ _ _ all around the green bush [D] far and near. _ _ _
[C] With a hump tent and _ [G] pegs, a man needs [Em] both legs. _ _ _
[G] No more Waltzing [D] Matilda [G] for me.
_ _ _ They collected [C] the wounded, [G] they crippled [Em] the maimed, [G] and they shipped us back home to Australia.
_ _ _ The armless, [C] the legless, [G] the blind and the [Em] insane.
_ [G] Those proud wounded heroes of Zubla. _ _ _ _
[D] And when the ship pulled into [C] _
circular [G] quay, [D] I looked at the place [C] where me legs used [G] to be.
And thank Christ, [C] there was no one [G] there waiting [D] [Em] for me _ to _ [G] _ grieve and to mourn and to pity.
_ _ _ And the band played [C] Waltzing _ [G] Matilda, _ _ _ when they carried us _ down the [D] gangway. _ _ _ _
[C] Oh, nobody cheered, _ [G] they just stood there [Em] and stared.
_ _ _ Then [G] they turned all their faces _ away.
_ _ _ _ Oh now, every [C] April [G] I sit on my [Em] porch [G] and I watch [D] the parade pass [G] before me.
_ _ I see my old [C] comrades, [G] how proudly [Em] they march, _ _ [G] renewing their [D] dreams of [G] past glories.
_ _ _ [D] I see the old men, [C] all tired, stiff and [G] worn.
[D] Those weary old heroes [C] of a forgotten [G] war.
And the young people [C] ask, [G] what are they marching [Em] for?
_ _ _ And [G] I ask [D] myself the same [G] question. _
_ And the band [C] plays Waltzing [G] Matilda, _ _ _ and the old men still answer the [D] call.
_ _ _ [C] But year after year, the [G] numbers get [Em] fewer. _
_ _ _ [G] Someday 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 [D] may be heard [C] as they march by the billamong.
_ [G] So who'll come a Waltzing _ [D] Matilda _ [G] with me? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
When I was [C] a young man, [G] I carried _ [Em] me pack, _ [G] and I lived the [D] free life [G] of 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 [G] be done.
So they gave [C] me a tin hat, [G] and they gave me [Em] a gun, _ _ _ [G] and they sent me [D] away to the [G] war.
And _ _ the band played [C] 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, I [C] 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 Suvla [Em] 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 minutes [C] flat, _ [G] we were all blown [Em] to hell.
_ _ _ [G] In it he blew us [Dm] back home to [G] Australia. _
And _ the band [C] played Waltzing _ [G] Matilda _ when _ we stopped to bury our [D] 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 [Dm] 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. _
_ _ Then [D] 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. _ _
_ [G] I never knew [D] there was a worse thing [G] than dying. _ _ _ _
On a moor I'll [C] go Waltzing _ [G] Matilda, _ _ _ all around the green bush [D] far and near. _ _ _
[C] With a hump tent and _ [G] pegs, a man needs [Em] both legs. _ _ _
[G] No more Waltzing [D] Matilda [G] for me.
_ _ _ They collected [C] the wounded, [G] they crippled [Em] the maimed, [G] and they shipped us back home to Australia.
_ _ _ The armless, [C] the legless, [G] the blind and the [Em] insane.
_ [G] Those proud wounded heroes of Zubla. _ _ _ _
[D] And when the ship pulled into [C] _
circular [G] quay, [D] I looked at the place [C] where me legs used [G] to be.
And thank Christ, [C] there was no one [G] there waiting [D] [Em] for me _ to _ [G] _ grieve and to mourn and to pity.
_ _ _ And the band played [C] Waltzing _ [G] Matilda, _ _ _ when they carried us _ down the [D] gangway. _ _ _ _
[C] Oh, nobody cheered, _ [G] they just stood there [Em] and stared.
_ _ _ Then [G] they turned all their faces _ away.
_ _ _ _ Oh now, every [C] April [G] I sit on my [Em] porch [G] and I watch [D] the parade pass [G] before me.
_ _ I see my old [C] comrades, [G] how proudly [Em] they march, _ _ [G] renewing their [D] dreams of [G] past glories.
_ _ _ [D] I see the old men, [C] all tired, stiff and [G] worn.
[D] Those weary old heroes [C] of a forgotten [G] war.
And the young people [C] ask, [G] what are they marching [Em] for?
_ _ _ And [G] I ask [D] myself the same [G] question. _
_ And the band [C] plays Waltzing [G] Matilda, _ _ _ and the old men still answer the [D] call.
_ _ _ [C] But year after year, the [G] numbers get [Em] fewer. _
_ _ _ [G] Someday 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 [D] may be heard [C] as they march by the billamong.
_ [G] So who'll come a Waltzing _ [D] Matilda _ [G] with me? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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