And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda...

And the Band Played

Waltzing Matilda...

...In nineteen fifteen my country said 'Son,

It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done.'

So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun,

And they sent me away to the war....

How well I remember that terrible day...

How the blood stained the sand and the water.

And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay

We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter...

But the band played Waltzing Matilda

As we stopped to bury our slain.

We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs...

Then we started all over again.

Those that were left, well we tried to survive

In a mad world of blood, death and fire.

And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive

While around me the corpses piled higher...

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit

And when I woke up in my hospital bed

And saw what it had done,

Christ I wished I was dead...

Never knew there were worse things than dying...

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