The Pogues – The Band Played Waltzing Matilda chords

***Waltzing Matilda - Axxchor
from the album "Rum Sodomy & The Lash"

An alteration of a version by Eric Bogle. This version should match the 
arpeggiated chords the banjo plays in the album version of "The Band Played 
Waltzing Matilda" by The Pogues. 

Waltzing Matilda - as perfomed by The Pogues

Intro: A A A
             D            AWhen I was a young man, I carried my pack.
                     E          AAnd I lived the free life, of a rover.
                         E>From the Murray's green basin,
       D     ATo the dusty outback,
             E           AI waltzed my matilda all over.
        E        D            AThen in 1915, my country said "son"
       E           "It's time to stop rambling,"
             D	        A"Cos there's work to be done."
                  DSo they gave me a tin hat,
         A        And they gave me a gun,
                 E            AAnd they sent me away to the war.


                    D        AAnd the band played Waltzing Matilda,
             D             EAs we sailed away from the quay.
    DAnd amidst all the tears,
         AAnd the shouts and the cheers,
                  E      AWe sailed off for Galipoli


           D             AHow well I remember that terrible day,
                           E            Awhen the blood stained the sand and the water.
                E            And how in that hell
          D		Athat they called Souvla Bay
                       E            AWe were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
       E                     	D	       AJohnny Turk, he was ready, He'd primed himself well.
   E                He showered us with bullets,
       D	      AAnd he rained us with shells.
                    DAnd in five minutes flat,
           Ahe'd blown us all to hell.
                     E       ANearly blew us right back to Australia.

                    D        AAnd the band played Waltzing Matilda,
                          EAs we stopped to bury our slain.
    DAnd we buried ours
        Aand the Turks buried theirs,
                   E    AAnd it started all over again.

                   D                 ANow those who were living, Did their best to survive,
                     E                AIn that mad world of guts, blood, and fire.
                   E          And for seven long weeks,
  D	      AI kept myself alive,
                 E             AAs the corpses around me piled higher.
       E                             D         AThen a big Turkish shell, Knocked me arse over tit.
    E      And when I awoke
        D      Ain my hospital bed,
                    DAnd saw what it had done,
         AChrist I wished I was dead.
                      E                 ANever knew there were worse things than dying.

                    D        AAnd no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda,
                               ETo the green bushes so far and near.
       DFor to hang tent and pegs
  AA man needs two legs.
                    E        ANo more Waltzing Matilda for me.

                      D             ASo they collected the crippled, The wounded and maimed,
                         E       AAnd they shipped us back home to Australia.
                 EThe legless, the armless,
    D		Athe blind and insane.
                    E         AThose proud wounded heroes of Souvla
    E                       D	     AAnd as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
  E             I looked at the place
          D	      Awhere my legs used to be.
                            DAnd thank Christ, there was nobody
Awaiting for me,
                 E            ATo grieve and to mourn and to pity.

                    D        AAnd the band played Waltzing Matilda,
                                EAs they carried us down the gangway.
    DBut nobody cheered,
     AThey just stood and stared,
                      E     AAnd they turned their faces away.

              D        AAnd now every April, I sit on my porch,
                E            AAnd I watch the parades pass before me.
             E          I see my old comrades,
    D	         AHow proudly they march.
             E              AReliving the dreams of past glory.
  E                     D          AI see the old men, all twisted and torn.
    E         The forgotten heroes
     D         Aof a forgotten war.
                     DAnd the young people ask me,
         AWhat are they marching for?
               E           AAnd I ask my self the same question.

                   D        AAnd the band plays Waltzing Matilda,
                                 EAnd the old men still answer the call.
    DBut year after year,
      ATheir numbers get fewer,
                    E              ASomeday no-one will march there at all.

A                 DWaltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
A                                   EWho'll come a waltzing matilda with me?

Outro:  A A E A