歌手: Slim Dusty
时长: 04:26
When I was a young man an' carried a pack [00:00:02]
I lived the free life of the rover [00:00:08]
From the Murray's green banks to the dusty outback [00:00:12]
I waltzed my Matilda all over [00:00:18]
Then in 1915 the country said Son [00:00:22]
No time for roamin' there's work to be done [00:00:27]
And they gave me a tin hat they gave me a gun [00:00:31]
And they sent me away to the war [00:00:36]
And the band played Waltzing Matilda [00:00:41]
As our ship pulled away from the quay [00:00:45]
And amidst all the cheers the flag waving and tears [00:00:49]
We sailed off to Gallipoli [00:00:55]
How well I remember that terrible day [00:01:02]
When our blood stained the sand and the water [00:01:07]
And how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay [00:01:11]
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter [00:01:17]
Johnny Turk he was waitin' he primed himself well [00:01:21]
Showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell [00:01:26]
And in ten seconds flat he'd blown us to hell [00:01:30]
Nea'ly blew us right back to Australia [00:01:36]
And the band played Waltzing Matilda [00:01:40]
When we stopped to bury the slain [00:01:45]
We buried our men the Turks buried theirs [00:01:50]
Then we started all over again [00:01:56]
They collected the crippled the wounded and maimed [00:02:03]
And they shipped us back home to Australia [00:02:08]
The armless the legless the blind and insane [00:02:13]
All the brave wounded heroes of Suvla [00:02:18]
And when our ship pulled into Circular Quay [00:02:23]
I looked at the place where my legs used to be [00:02:27]
I thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me [00:02:31]
To grieve and to mourn and to pity [00:02:37]
But the band played Waltzing Matilda [00:02:42]
As they carried us down the gangway [00:02:46]
But nobody cheered they just stood and stared [00:02:51]
And then they turned their faces away [00:02:58]
And now every April I sit on my porch [00:03:04]
And I watch the parade pass before me [00:03:10]
And I see my old comrades how proudly they march [00:03:14]
Reliving old dreams of past glory [00:03:20]
But the old men march slowly their bones stiff and sore [00:03:24]
Tired old men from a tired old war [00:03:29]
And the young people ask What are they marching for [00:03:33]
I ask meself the same question [00:03:38]
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda [00:03:42]
And the old men they answer the call [00:03:47]
But year after year the old men disappear [00:03:51]
Soon no one will march there at all [00:03:58]