Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE BAND PLAYED "WALTZING MATILDA" 
When I was a young man I carried my pack I lived the free life of a rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed my Matilda all over But in nineteen fifteen my country said 'son it's time to stop rambling for there's work to be done' So they gave me a tin hat and they agve me a gun And they sent me to the war 
Chorus And the band played 'Waltzing Matilda' And we sailed away from the quay And amid all the tears, flag weaving and cheers We sailed all for Galipoli 
Now, those who were living just tried to survive In a mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses plied higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I awoke in my hospital bed And saw what it had done how 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 both legs No more 'Waltzing Matilda' for me 
Chorus 
So now every April I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Renewing the dreams of past glory I see the old men all tired, stiff and sore Those poor lonely 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 played 'Waltzing Matilda' And the old men still answer the call But year after year our number get fewer Some day no one will march there at all 
Last chorus 'Waltzing Matilda' 'Waltzing Matilda' Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me And their ghosts can be heard as they pass by the Billabong Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me