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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=94854" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Band Played Waltzing Matilda</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was a young man I carried my pack<br>And I lived the free life of a rover<br>From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback<br>I waltzed my Matilda all over<br>Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son<br>It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be <br>done<br>So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun<br>And they sent me away to the war<br>And the band played Waltzing Matilda<br>As we sailed away from the quay<br>And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the <br>cheers<br>We sailed off to Gallipoli<br>How well I remember that terrible day<br><When> the blood stained the sand and the water<br>And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay<br>We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter<br>Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well<br>He <showered> us with bullets, he rained us with <br>shells<br>And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell<br>Nearly blew us right back to Australia<br>But the band played Waltzing Matilda<br>As we stopped to bury our slain<br>And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs<br>Then <it> started all over again<br>Now those <who were living did their best to survive><br>In <that> mad world of blood, death and fire<br>And for <seven long> weeks I kept myself alive<br><While the corpses around me piled higher><br>Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit<br>And when I woke up in my hospital bed<br>And saw what it had done, <Christ> I wished I was <br>dead<br>Never knew there were worse things than dying<br><And> no more I'll go waltzing Matilda<br><To> the green <bushes so> far and near<br>For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs<br>No more waltzing Matilda for me<br>So they collected the cripples, the wounded <and> <br>maimed<br>And they shipped us back home to Australia<br><The legless, the armless>, the blind <and> insane<br>Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla<br>And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay<br>I looked at the place where <me> legs used to be<br>And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me<br>To grieve and to mourn and to pity<br>And the band played Waltzing Matilda<br>As they carried us down the gangway<br>But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared<br><And they> turned all their faces away<br>And now every April I sit on my porch<br>And I watch the parade pass before me<br><I see> my old comrades, how proudly they march<br>Reliving <the or their> dreams of past glory<br><I see the old men, all twisted and torn><br>The forgotten heroes <of> a forgotten war<br>And the young people ask <me>, "What are they <br>marching for?"<br>And I ask myself the same question<br>And the band plays Waltzing Matilda<br>And the old men <still> answer to the call<br>But year after year their numbers get fewer<br>Some day no one will march there at all<br>Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda<br>Who'll <go> a-waltzing Matilda with me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Pogues - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's wo..."></div>
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