And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
Tabs, letra y acordes de 'And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda' por Eric Bogle
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Tipo de gaita: Diatônica Tom: A 5 6 6 4 7 7 -6 6 6 -5 5 When I was a young man I car-ied a pack, 4 -4 5 6 6 -5 5 -4 -4 4 And I lived the free life of a ro-ver, 5 -5 6 6 5 7 7 From the Mur-ray's green ba-sin, -6 -6 6 6 -5 5 To the dust-y out-back, 4 -4 5 6 6 -5 5 -4 -4 4 I-- waltzed my Ma-til-da all o-ver, 7 7 -7 -7 7 -8 7 7 7 -6 6 Then in nine-teen fif-teen, the coun-try said Son, 7 -7 -7 7 -8 7 There's no time for ro-vin', -7 7 7 -6 6 There's work to be done, 5 -5 6 6 4 7 7 -6 6 6 -5 5 So they gave me a tin hat and gave me a gun, 4 -4 5 6 6 6 -5 -4 4 And they sent me a-way to the war. 5 -5 6 4 7 7 7 -6 6 And the band played Waltz-ing Ma-til-da, 5 -5 6 6 4 7 7 -8 6 As our ships pulled a-way from the Quay, -4 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 And a-midst all the cheers, 5 -5 6 6 6 -6 The flag wav-ing and tears, 4 -4 5 6 6 6 -5 -4 4 We-- sailed off for Gal-lip-o-li. S-L-O-W-L-Y and F-A-D-E at the end. 6 6 6 6 5 7 7 7 -7 -6 Waltz-ing Mat-il-da, Waltz-ing Mat-il-da, 6 6 6 -6 6 6 6 -5 5 -4 You'll come a Waltz-ing Mat-il-da with me, 4 -4 5 5 5 -4 And he sang as he watched, -4 4 -4 5 4 3 -3 4 And wait-ed till his bill-y boiled, 3 4 5 6 -5 5 -4 5 -4 4 You'll come a Waltz-ing Mat-il da with me. Email noelbrooks@hotmail.com for details of Aussie Song Booklet
Versión 2 - And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda (Letra y acordes)
A D A When I was a young man, I carried my pack. E A And I lived the free life, of a rover. E D From the Murray's green basin, A To the dusty outback, E A I waltzed my matilda all over. E D A Then in 1915, my country said "son" E D "It's time to stop rambling," A "Cos there's work to be done." D So they gave me a tin hat, A And they gave me a gun, E A And they sent me away to the war. A D A And the band played Waltzing Matilda, D E As we sailed away from the quay. D And amidst all the cheers, A And the shouts and the tears, E A We sailed off for Galipoli A D A How well I remember that terrible day, E A when the blood stained the sand and the water. E D And how in that hell A that they called Souvla Bay E A We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. E D A Johnny Turkey was ready, He'd primed himself well. E D He showered us with bullets, A And he rained us with shells. D And in five minutes flat, A he'd blown us all to hell. E A Nearly blew us right back to Australia. A D A And the band played Waltzing Matilda, D E As we stopped to bury our slain. D And we buried ours A and the Turks buried theirs, E A And it started all over again. A D A Now those who were living, Did their best to survive, E A In that mad world of guts, blood, and fire. E D And for seven long weeks, A I kept myself alive, E A As the corpses around me piled higher. E D A Then a big Turkish shell, Knocked me arse over tit. E D And when I awoke A in my hospital bed, D And saw what it had done, A Christ I wished I was dead. E A Never knew there were worse things than dying. A D A And no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda, D E To the green bushes so far and near. D For to hang tent and pegs A A man needs two legs. E A No more Waltzing Matilda for me. A D A So they collected the crippled, The wounded and maimed, E A And they sent us back home to Australia. E D The legless, the armless, A the blind and insane. E A Those proud wounded heroes of Souvla E D A And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay E D I looked at the place A where my legs used to be. D And thank Christ, there was nobody A waiting for me, E A To grieve and to mourn and to pity. A D A And the band played Waltzing Matilda, D E As they carried us down the gangway. D But nobody cheered, A They just stood and stared, E A And they turned their faces away. A D A And now every April, I sit on my porch, E A And I watch the parades pass before me. E D I see my old comrades, A How proudly they march. E A Reliving the dreams of past glory. E D A I see the old men, all twisted and torn. E D The forgotten heroes A of a forgotten war. D And the young people ask me, A What are they marching for? E A And I ask my self the same question. A D A And the band plays Waltzing Matilda, D E And the old men still answer the call. D But year after year, A Their numbers get fewer, E A Someday no-one will march there at all. A D Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda A E Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me?
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