{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":62336,"song":"And The Band Played Waltzing Matlida","artist":"Eric Bogle","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11542041-and-the-band-played-waltzing-matlida-chords-by-eric-bogle/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/62336?type=chord","rating":4.76864,"votes":6,"content":"#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#\r\n#------------------------------------------------------------------------------#\r\n#\r\n\r\n          \"And The Band Played 'Waltzing Matilda'\"\r\n           by Eric Bogle\r\n           Published by 'LARRIKIN'\r\n           (covered by The Pogues, et al...)\r\n\r\n           CHORDS - EADGBE\r\n           ---------------\r\n           [ch]A[/ch]        002220\r\n           [ch]E7[/ch]       020100\r\n[tab]           [ch]D[/ch]        x00232\r\n           F#min    244222[/tab]\r\n           [ch]Bmin[/ch]     224432\r\n\r\n\r\nIntro:    [ch]A[/ch] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] [ch]A[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]A[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]A[/ch]          F#min\r\nWhen I was a young man, I carried me pack,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]A[/ch]              [ch]E7[/ch]       [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnd I lived the free life the rover.[/tab]\r\n[tab]                        [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]         F#min\r\n>From the Murray's green basin, to the dusty out-back,[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]A[/ch]             [ch]E7[/ch]        [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWell I waltzed my ma-tilda all over.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]        [ch]E7[/ch]      [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]A[/ch]\r\nThen in 1915 my country said \"Son,[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]E7[/ch]                                 [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]E7[/ch]\r\nIt's time you stopped ramblin', there's work to be done,\"[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]A[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]A[/ch]         F#min\r\nAnd they gave me a tin hat, and gave me a gun,[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]A[/ch]            [ch]E7[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnd they marched me a-way to the war.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnd the band played Waltzing Ma-tilda,[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]A[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]Bmin[/ch]  [ch]E7[/ch]\r\nAs the ship pulled a-way from the quay  .....[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]A[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]                [ch]A[/ch]          F#min\r\nAnd a-midst all the cheers, the flag-wavin' and tears,[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]A[/ch]              [ch]E7[/ch]      [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWe sailed off for Gallipoli.[/tab]\r\n\r\nAnd how well I remember that terrible day,\r\nHow our blood stained the sand and the water.\r\nAnd how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay,\r\nWe were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.\r\n\r\nJohnny Turk he was ready, he'd primed himself well.\r\nHe shower'd us with bullets, and he rained us with shell.\r\nAnd in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell:\r\nNearly blew us right back to Australia.\r\n\r\nBut the band played Waltzing Matilda,\r\nWhen we stopped to bury our slain.\r\nWe buried ours and the Turks buried theirs,\r\nThen we started all over again.\r\n\r\nAnd those that were left, well we tried to survive,\r\nIn that mad world of blood, death and fire.\r\nAnd for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive,\r\nThough around me the corpses piled higher.\r\n\r\nThen a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,\r\nAnd when I woke up in me hospital bed,\r\nAnd saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead,\r\nNever knew there were worse things than dying.\r\n\r\nFor I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda,\r\nAll around the green bush far and free.\r\nTo hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs.\r\nNo more Waltzing Matilda for me.\r\n\r\nThey collected the crippled, the wounded and maimed,\r\nAnd they shipped us back home to Australia.\r\nThe legless, the armless, the blind and insane.\r\nThose proud wounded heroes of Suvla.\r\n\r\nAnd when our ship pulled into Circular Quay,\r\nI looked at the place where me legs used to be,\r\nAnd thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me -\r\nTo grieve, and to mourn and to pity.\r\n\r\nBut the band played Waltzing Matilda,\r\nAs they carried us down the gangway.\r\nBut nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,\r\nThen they turned all their faces away.\r\n\r\nAnd so now every April I sit on me porch,\r\nAnd I watch the parade pass before me.\r\nAnd I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,\r\nReviving old dreams and past glory.\r\n\r\nAnd the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore,\r\nThey're tired old heroes from a forgotten war,\r\nAnd the young people ask \"What are they marching for?\"\r\nAnd I ask myself the same question.\r\n\r\nBut the band plays Waltzing Matilda,\r\nAnd the old men still answer the call.\r\nBut as year follows year more old men disappear,\r\nSomeday no one will march there at all.\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWaltzing matilda, waltzing matilda[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]E7[/ch]\r\nWho'll come a-waltzing ma-tilda with me?[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]A[/ch]             [ch]E7[/ch]            [ch]A[/ch]                   F#min\r\nAnd their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billa-bong,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]E7[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWho'll come a-waltzing ma-tilda with me?[/tab]","plain_text":"#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#\n#------------------------------------------------------------------------------#\n#\n\n          \"And The Band Played 'Waltzing Matilda'\"\n           by Eric Bogle\n           Published by 'LARRIKIN'\n           (covered by The Pogues, et al...)\n\n           CHORDS - EADGBE\n           ---------------\n           A        002220\n           E7       020100\n\n           Bmin     224432\n\n\nIntro:    A E7 A A\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nAnd how well I remember that terrible day,\nHow our blood stained the sand and the water.\nAnd how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay,\nWe were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.\n\nJohnny Turk he was ready, he'd primed himself well.\nHe shower'd us with bullets, and he rained us with shell.\nAnd in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell:\nNearly blew us right back to Australia.\n\nBut the band played Waltzing Matilda,\nWhen we stopped to bury our slain.\nWe buried ours and the Turks buried theirs,\nThen we started all over again.\n\nAnd those that were left, well we tried to survive,\nIn that mad world of blood, death and fire.\nAnd for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive,\nThough around me the corpses piled higher.\n\nThen a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,\nAnd when I woke up in me hospital bed,\nAnd saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead,\nNever knew there were worse things than dying.\n\nFor I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda,\nAll around the green bush far and free.\nTo hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs.\nNo more Waltzing Matilda for me.\n\nThey collected the crippled, the wounded and maimed,\nAnd they shipped us back home to Australia.\nThe legless, the armless, the blind and insane.\nThose proud wounded heroes of Suvla.\n\nAnd when our ship pulled into Circular Quay,\nI looked at the place where me legs used to be,\nAnd thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me -\nTo grieve, and to mourn and to pity.\n\nBut the band played Waltzing Matilda,\nAs they carried us down the gangway.\nBut nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,\nThen they turned all their faces away.\n\nAnd so now every April I sit on me porch,\nAnd I watch the parade pass before me.\nAnd I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,\nReviving old dreams and past glory.\n\nAnd the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore,\nThey're tired old heroes from a forgotten war,\nAnd the young people ask \"What are they marching for?\"\nAnd I ask myself the same question.\n\nBut the band plays Waltzing Matilda,\nAnd the old men still answer the call.\nBut as year follows year more old men disappear,\nSomeday no one will march there at all.","chords":["A","E7","D","F#min","Bmin"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"E7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,0,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,0,1,0,0]}}}