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When I was a young man I carried my and I lived the free life of a rover...

Discussion in 'The Okie Corral' started by Huaco Kid, Sep 28, 2012.

  1. Huaco Kid

    Huaco Kid

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    Look, I'm not sure what you are trying to accomplish with posts like this.

    From the Murrey's green basin to the dusty outback..

    ::banjo::

    I waltzed my Matilda all over.....
     
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  2. Lone_Wolfe

    Lone_Wolfe Sandbox Refugee CLM

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    You been into my meds? :rofl: :rofl:
     

  3. Peace Warrior

    Peace Warrior Am Yisrael Chai CLM

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    but now, in all my modesty, I collect tolls on a bridge in New Jersey.

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    :supergrin: How ya doing HK? :wavey:
     
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  4. MC

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    From "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" by Eric Bogle. It's pretty much an anti war song about the Anzac landings at Gallipoli in WW1.

    The lyrics - if anyone's interested...

    Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover
    From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
    Then in 1915, my country said son, It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done.
    So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war.

    And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the quay
    And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears, we sailed off for Gallipoli
    And how well I remember that terrible day, how our blood stained the sand and the water
    And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
    Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets,
    And he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
    Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

    But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain.
    We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, then we started all over again.
    And those that were left, well we tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire
    And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive, though around me the corpses piled higher
    Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, and when I woke up in my hospital bed,
    And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead. Never knew there was worse things than dyin'.

    For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda, all around the green bush far and free
    To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs-no more waltzing Matilda for me.
    So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
    The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane, those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
    And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be.
    And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, to grieve, to mourn, and to pity.

    But the band played Waltzing Matilda, as they carried us down the gangway.
    But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away
    And so now every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parades pass before me.
    And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, reviving old dreams of past glories
    And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore. They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
    And the young people ask, what are they marching for? And I ask myself the same question.

    But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer the call,
    But as year follows year, more old men disappear. Someday no one will march there at all.
    Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
    And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
    [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/eric_bogle/and_the_band_played_waltzing_matilda.html ]
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    NOTES:
    "Matilda" - the backpack and associated gear used by livestock drovers and prospecters
    In remote areas of the Australian outback.
    "Swag" - canvas sleeping bag
    "Billabong" - creek or estuary, generally with an outlet to the sea and containing more or less brackish water.

    So what's your point?
     
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  5. FPS

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  6. PersonOfInterest

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    I love the original song done by Bogel, hes a great musician his other songs are great too - i grew up hearing them (dad always had them playing in the car on family road trips).
    A song written by a scotsman living in Australia about a war that Aussies where dragged into by the arsehole British, he summed up alot in those versus.
    The version the guy above is more than likely used to is the version done by the Pogues on thier 'Rum sodomy and the lash' album - i quite like Shane's version of it.
    [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lE-YjjZhwc"]The pogues - The Band Played Waltzing Matilda - YouTube[/ame]
     
  7. The jolly swagman weeps (by the billibong).