Chords for Tommy Makem & Liam Clancy ~ The Band Played Waltzing Matilda (with lyrics)
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84.4 bpm
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Eb
Fm
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Now when I [Db] was a young man [Ab] I carried me pack, And I lived the free life of a rover.
From the Murray's [Db] green basin [Ab] to the dusty [Fm] outback, [Ab] I waltzed my [Eb] Matilda [Ab] all over.
And in [Eb]
1915 [Db] my country [Ab] said, son, [Eb] it's time to stop [Db] ramblin', there's [Ab] work to be done.
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave [Fm] me a gun, and they sent me [Eb] away to [Ab] the war.
And the band played [Db] [Ab] waltzing Matilda as the ship pulled away [Db] from [F] the [Eb] quay.
[Db] And amid all [Bbm] the tears, [Ab] flag-wavin' and [Db] cheers, [Ab] we sailed off for Gallipoli.
Well I [Db] remember [Ab] that terrible day, when our blood stained [Eb] the sand and [Ab] the water.
And how in that [Db] hell [Ab] that they called [Fm] Suvla Bay, [Ab] we were butchered like [Eb] lambs [Ab] at the slaughter.
[Eb] Johnny Tark, he was ready, oh [Db] he'd primed himself well.
[Eb] He rained us with bullets [Db] and he showered [Ab] us with shell, and in five minutes flat we were all blown [Fm] to hell.
Nearly blew us back [Eb] home to [Ab] Australia, and the band played [Db] waltzing [Ab] Matilda.
When we stopped to bury [Db] [Eb] our slave, [Db] and we [Bbm] buried ours, and the Turks [Db] buried theirs.
[Ab] And it started [Eb] all over [Ab] again.
Those who were living just tried [Fm] to survive [Ab] in that mad world [Eb] of blood, [Ab] death and fire.
And for ten weary [Db] weeks [Ab] I kept myself [Fm] alive, [Ab] though around me [Eb] the corpses [Ab] piled higher.
[Eb] Then a big turkey shell [Db] knocked me arse over head, [Eb] and when I awoke [Db] in me [Ab] hospital bed and saw what it had done.
Then I wished I [Fm] were dead, [Ab] never knew there [Eb] were worse things [Ab] than dying.
For no more I'll [Db] go waltzing [Ab] Matilda, all around the green [Db] bush [Eb] far and near.
For to hump tent and [Bbm] [Ab] pegs a man [Db] needs both legs, [Ab] no more [Eb] waltzing Matilda [Ab] for me.
They collected [Db] the wounded, [Ab] the crippled, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, [Db] the legless, [Ab] the blind, [Fm] the insane, [Ab] those proud [Eb] wounded heroes [Ab] of Suvla.
[Eb] And when the ship pulled into [Db] circular [Ab] quay, [Eb] I looked at the place [Db] where me legs used to [Ab] be.
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting [Fm] for me, [Ab]
to grieve [Eb] and to mourn and [Ab] to pity.
And the band [Db] played waltzing [Ab] Matilda as they carried us down [Eb] the gangway.
But nobody [Bbm] cheered, [Ab] they just stood [Db] there and stared, [Ab] then they turned all their faces away.
So now every [Db] April I sit on [Fm] my porch [Ab] and I watch the parade pass before me.
I see my [Db] old comrades, [Ab] how proudly [Fm] they march, [Ab] renewing their dreams of past glory.
[Eb] I see the old men, [Db] all tired, [Ab] stiff and sore, [Eb] the weary old heroes [Db] of a forgotten [Ab] war.
And the young people [Db] ask, [Ab] what are they marching [Fm] for?
And I ask [Eb] myself the [Ab] same question.
And the band plays waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer [Eb] the call.
[Db] But year after [Bbm] year, [Ab] the numbers get [Db] fewer, [Ab] someday no one [Eb] will march [Ab] there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, [Db] waltzing [Bbm] Matilda, [Ab] who'll come [Db] waltzing [F] Matilda with [Eb] me?
And their ghosts may be heard [Fm] as they march by the [Db] billabong, [Ab] who'll come [Bb] waltzing Matilda [Eb] with [Ab] me?
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From the Murray's [Db] green basin [Ab] to the dusty [Fm] outback, [Ab] I waltzed my [Eb] Matilda [Ab] all over.
And in [Eb]
1915 [Db] my country [Ab] said, son, [Eb] it's time to stop [Db] ramblin', there's [Ab] work to be done.
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave [Fm] me a gun, and they sent me [Eb] away to [Ab] the war.
And the band played [Db] [Ab] waltzing Matilda as the ship pulled away [Db] from [F] the [Eb] quay.
[Db] And amid all [Bbm] the tears, [Ab] flag-wavin' and [Db] cheers, [Ab] we sailed off for Gallipoli.
Well I [Db] remember [Ab] that terrible day, when our blood stained [Eb] the sand and [Ab] the water.
And how in that [Db] hell [Ab] that they called [Fm] Suvla Bay, [Ab] we were butchered like [Eb] lambs [Ab] at the slaughter.
[Eb] Johnny Tark, he was ready, oh [Db] he'd primed himself well.
[Eb] He rained us with bullets [Db] and he showered [Ab] us with shell, and in five minutes flat we were all blown [Fm] to hell.
Nearly blew us back [Eb] home to [Ab] Australia, and the band played [Db] waltzing [Ab] Matilda.
When we stopped to bury [Db] [Eb] our slave, [Db] and we [Bbm] buried ours, and the Turks [Db] buried theirs.
[Ab] And it started [Eb] all over [Ab] again.
Those who were living just tried [Fm] to survive [Ab] in that mad world [Eb] of blood, [Ab] death and fire.
And for ten weary [Db] weeks [Ab] I kept myself [Fm] alive, [Ab] though around me [Eb] the corpses [Ab] piled higher.
[Eb] Then a big turkey shell [Db] knocked me arse over head, [Eb] and when I awoke [Db] in me [Ab] hospital bed and saw what it had done.
Then I wished I [Fm] were dead, [Ab] never knew there [Eb] were worse things [Ab] than dying.
For no more I'll [Db] go waltzing [Ab] Matilda, all around the green [Db] bush [Eb] far and near.
For to hump tent and [Bbm] [Ab] pegs a man [Db] needs both legs, [Ab] no more [Eb] waltzing Matilda [Ab] for me.
They collected [Db] the wounded, [Ab] the crippled, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, [Db] the legless, [Ab] the blind, [Fm] the insane, [Ab] those proud [Eb] wounded heroes [Ab] of Suvla.
[Eb] And when the ship pulled into [Db] circular [Ab] quay, [Eb] I looked at the place [Db] where me legs used to [Ab] be.
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting [Fm] for me, [Ab]
to grieve [Eb] and to mourn and [Ab] to pity.
And the band [Db] played waltzing [Ab] Matilda as they carried us down [Eb] the gangway.
But nobody [Bbm] cheered, [Ab] they just stood [Db] there and stared, [Ab] then they turned all their faces away.
So now every [Db] April I sit on [Fm] my porch [Ab] and I watch the parade pass before me.
I see my [Db] old comrades, [Ab] how proudly [Fm] they march, [Ab] renewing their dreams of past glory.
[Eb] I see the old men, [Db] all tired, [Ab] stiff and sore, [Eb] the weary old heroes [Db] of a forgotten [Ab] war.
And the young people [Db] ask, [Ab] what are they marching [Fm] for?
And I ask [Eb] myself the [Ab] same question.
And the band plays waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer [Eb] the call.
[Db] But year after [Bbm] year, [Ab] the numbers get [Db] fewer, [Ab] someday no one [Eb] will march [Ab] there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, [Db] waltzing [Bbm] Matilda, [Ab] who'll come [Db] waltzing [F] Matilda with [Eb] me?
And their ghosts may be heard [Fm] as they march by the [Db] billabong, [Ab] who'll come [Bb] waltzing Matilda [Eb] with [Ab] me?
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now when I [Db] was a young man [Ab] I carried me pack, And I lived the free life of a rover.
_ From the Murray's [Db] green basin [Ab] to the dusty [Fm] outback, [Ab] I waltzed my [Eb] Matilda [Ab] all over.
_ And in [Eb]
1915 [Db] my country [Ab] said, son, [Eb] it's time to stop [Db] ramblin', there's [Ab] work to be done.
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave [Fm] me a gun, and they sent me [Eb] away to [Ab] the war.
_ And the band played [Db] [Ab] waltzing Matilda _ as the ship pulled away [Db] from [F] the [Eb] quay.
[Db] And amid all [Bbm] the tears, [Ab] flag-wavin' and [Db] cheers, _ [Ab] we sailed off for Gallipoli.
_ _ Well I [Db] remember [Ab] that terrible day, when our blood stained [Eb] the sand and [Ab] the water.
_ And how in that [Db] hell [Ab] that they called [Fm] Suvla Bay, [Ab] we were butchered like [Eb] lambs [Ab] at the slaughter.
_ _ [Eb] Johnny Tark, he was ready, oh [Db] he'd primed himself well.
[Eb] He rained us with bullets [Db] and he showered [Ab] us with shell, and in five minutes flat we were all blown [Fm] to hell.
_ Nearly blew us back [Eb] home to [Ab] Australia, _ and the band played [Db] waltzing [Ab] Matilda.
_ When we stopped to bury [Db] [Eb] our slave, _ [Db] and we [Bbm] buried ours, and the Turks [Db] buried theirs.
[Ab] And it started [Eb] all over [Ab] again. _ _
Those who were living just tried [Fm] to survive [Ab] in that mad world [Eb] of blood, [Ab] death and fire.
_ And for ten weary [Db] weeks [Ab] I kept myself [Fm] alive, [Ab] though around me [Eb] the corpses [Ab] piled higher.
_ [Eb] Then a big turkey shell [Db] knocked me arse over head, [Eb] and when I awoke [Db] in me [Ab] hospital bed and saw what it had done.
Then I wished I [Fm] were dead, _ [Ab] never knew there [Eb] were worse things [Ab] than dying.
_ For no more I'll [Db] go waltzing [Ab] Matilda, _ all around the green [Db] bush [Eb] far and near.
_ For to hump tent and [Bbm] [Ab] pegs a man [Db] needs both _ legs, [Ab] no more [Eb] waltzing Matilda [Ab] for me. _
They collected [Db] the wounded, [Ab] the crippled, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
_ The armless, [Db] the legless, [Ab] the blind, [Fm] the insane, [Ab] those proud [Eb] wounded heroes [Ab] of Suvla.
_ [Eb] And when the ship pulled into [Db] circular [Ab] quay, [Eb] I looked at the place [Db] where me legs used to [Ab] be.
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting [Fm] for me, [Ab]
to grieve [Eb] and to mourn and [Ab] to pity. _ _
And the band [Db] played waltzing [Ab] Matilda _ as they carried us down [Eb] the gangway.
_ But nobody [Bbm] cheered, [Ab] they just stood [Db] there and stared, [Ab] then they turned all their faces away. _ _
_ _ _ _ So now every [Db] April I sit on [Fm] my porch [Ab] and I watch the parade pass before me.
I see my [Db] old comrades, [Ab] how proudly [Fm] they march, [Ab] renewing their dreams of past glory.
_ [Eb] I see the old men, [Db] all tired, [Ab] stiff and sore, [Eb] the weary old heroes [Db] of a forgotten [Ab] war.
And the young people [Db] ask, [Ab] what are they marching [Fm] for?
_ _ And I ask [Eb] myself the [Ab] same question.
_ And the band plays waltzing Matilda, _ _ and the old men still answer [Eb] the call.
_ [Db] But year after [Bbm] year, [Ab] the numbers get [Db] fewer, _ [Ab] someday no one [Eb] will march [Ab] there at all. _
_ _ _ Waltzing Matilda, _ _ [Db] waltzing [Bbm] _ Matilda, [Ab] _ who'll come _ [Db] waltzing [F] Matilda with [Eb] me?
And their ghosts may be heard [Fm] as they march by the [Db] billabong, _ [Ab] who'll come [Bb] waltzing Matilda _ [Eb] with [Ab] me? _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Now when I [Db] was a young man [Ab] I carried me pack, And I lived the free life of a rover.
_ From the Murray's [Db] green basin [Ab] to the dusty [Fm] outback, [Ab] I waltzed my [Eb] Matilda [Ab] all over.
_ And in [Eb]
1915 [Db] my country [Ab] said, son, [Eb] it's time to stop [Db] ramblin', there's [Ab] work to be done.
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave [Fm] me a gun, and they sent me [Eb] away to [Ab] the war.
_ And the band played [Db] [Ab] waltzing Matilda _ as the ship pulled away [Db] from [F] the [Eb] quay.
[Db] And amid all [Bbm] the tears, [Ab] flag-wavin' and [Db] cheers, _ [Ab] we sailed off for Gallipoli.
_ _ Well I [Db] remember [Ab] that terrible day, when our blood stained [Eb] the sand and [Ab] the water.
_ And how in that [Db] hell [Ab] that they called [Fm] Suvla Bay, [Ab] we were butchered like [Eb] lambs [Ab] at the slaughter.
_ _ [Eb] Johnny Tark, he was ready, oh [Db] he'd primed himself well.
[Eb] He rained us with bullets [Db] and he showered [Ab] us with shell, and in five minutes flat we were all blown [Fm] to hell.
_ Nearly blew us back [Eb] home to [Ab] Australia, _ and the band played [Db] waltzing [Ab] Matilda.
_ When we stopped to bury [Db] [Eb] our slave, _ [Db] and we [Bbm] buried ours, and the Turks [Db] buried theirs.
[Ab] And it started [Eb] all over [Ab] again. _ _
Those who were living just tried [Fm] to survive [Ab] in that mad world [Eb] of blood, [Ab] death and fire.
_ And for ten weary [Db] weeks [Ab] I kept myself [Fm] alive, [Ab] though around me [Eb] the corpses [Ab] piled higher.
_ [Eb] Then a big turkey shell [Db] knocked me arse over head, [Eb] and when I awoke [Db] in me [Ab] hospital bed and saw what it had done.
Then I wished I [Fm] were dead, _ [Ab] never knew there [Eb] were worse things [Ab] than dying.
_ For no more I'll [Db] go waltzing [Ab] Matilda, _ all around the green [Db] bush [Eb] far and near.
_ For to hump tent and [Bbm] [Ab] pegs a man [Db] needs both _ legs, [Ab] no more [Eb] waltzing Matilda [Ab] for me. _
They collected [Db] the wounded, [Ab] the crippled, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
_ The armless, [Db] the legless, [Ab] the blind, [Fm] the insane, [Ab] those proud [Eb] wounded heroes [Ab] of Suvla.
_ [Eb] And when the ship pulled into [Db] circular [Ab] quay, [Eb] I looked at the place [Db] where me legs used to [Ab] be.
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting [Fm] for me, [Ab]
to grieve [Eb] and to mourn and [Ab] to pity. _ _
And the band [Db] played waltzing [Ab] Matilda _ as they carried us down [Eb] the gangway.
_ But nobody [Bbm] cheered, [Ab] they just stood [Db] there and stared, [Ab] then they turned all their faces away. _ _
_ _ _ _ So now every [Db] April I sit on [Fm] my porch [Ab] and I watch the parade pass before me.
I see my [Db] old comrades, [Ab] how proudly [Fm] they march, [Ab] renewing their dreams of past glory.
_ [Eb] I see the old men, [Db] all tired, [Ab] stiff and sore, [Eb] the weary old heroes [Db] of a forgotten [Ab] war.
And the young people [Db] ask, [Ab] what are they marching [Fm] for?
_ _ And I ask [Eb] myself the [Ab] same question.
_ And the band plays waltzing Matilda, _ _ and the old men still answer [Eb] the call.
_ [Db] But year after [Bbm] year, [Ab] the numbers get [Db] fewer, _ [Ab] someday no one [Eb] will march [Ab] there at all. _
_ _ _ Waltzing Matilda, _ _ [Db] waltzing [Bbm] _ Matilda, [Ab] _ who'll come _ [Db] waltzing [F] Matilda with [Eb] me?
And their ghosts may be heard [Fm] as they march by the [Db] billabong, _ [Ab] who'll come [Bb] waltzing Matilda _ [Eb] with [Ab] me? _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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