Thanks, Vets.
By briantologist | November 11, 2005
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray’s 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 work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
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
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, Christ I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I’ll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, “What are they marching for?”
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day 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 you pass the Billabong
Who’ll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Thanks, vets. I’m sorry you had to do it.
Topics: Reflections From the Bottom Rung | 4 Comments »
November 11th, 2005 at 9:14 pm
I’m so glad you remembered. And pleasantly surprised that you put an Australian war ballad up.
Another one that is as powerfully emotive is “I was only 19″, written about the Vietnam War, and I’m sorry that I can’t tell you who it’s by. I’ve only ever heard it on the radio, or sung by a cabbage patch kid-faced boy mate of mine. He used to sing it every weekend when he performed in backpacker’s pubs, and he walked the Kokoda Trail last year. I think he was only 19 too.
I don’t think we’ll be forgetting why they were marching any time soon.
November 12th, 2005 at 10:11 am
thank you pogues…that song is so effing depressing.
here’s another good one, though a day late…
I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me
To go looking for the enemy, and it wasn’t very long
Before I would stand with another boy in front of me
And a corpse that just fell into me, with the bullets flying round
And I reminded myself of the words you said when we were getting on
And I bet you’re making shells back home for a steady boy to wear
Round his neck, well it won’t hurt to think of you as if you’re waiting for
This letter to arrive because I’ll be here quite a while
I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me
To go looking for the enemy, and it wasn’t very long
Before I found out that the sickness there ahead of me
Went beyond the bedsit infamy of the decade gone before
And I reminded myself of the words you said when we were getting on
And I bet you’re making shells back home for a steady man to wear
Round his neck, well it won’t hurt to think of you as if you’re waiting for
This letter to arrive because I’ll be here quite a while
I fought in a war, and I didn’t know where it would end
It stretched before me infinitely, I couldn’t really think
Of the day beyond now, keep your head down pal
There’s trouble plenty in this hour, this day
I can see hope I can see light
And I reminded myself of the looks you gave when we were getting on
And I bet you’re making shells back home for a steady man to wear
Round his neck, well it won’t hurt to think of you as if you’re waiting for
This letter to arrive because I’ll be here quite a while
November 12th, 2005 at 10:31 am
Thank you.
November 12th, 2005 at 11:16 am
Aw, I haven’t heard this song in forever. I bought a stuffed kangaroo in Australia that when you pressed it’s pouch, it played that song. Random thought, sorry.