Liam Clancy – Band Played Waltzing Matilda #Australia

Liam Clancy – Band Played Waltzing Matilda

 

Lyrics

Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the 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 showered 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 me 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?

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Eric Bogle

The Band Played Waltzing Matilda lyrics © DistroKid, Music Sales Corporation

Richard Hawley – There’s a Storm a Comin’

Richard Hawley – There’s a Storm a Comin’

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May 24, 2010
 

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Lyrics
 
There’s a storm Comin’
You’d better run
There’s a storm coming
Goodbye to the sun
There’s a storm comin’
You’d better
 
Run boy run,
You’d better run
 
There’s a ship that’s sailing
Out in the night
There’s a heart that’s breaking
I think it’s mine
There’s a storm comin’
You’d better
 
Run boy run,
You’d better run
 
Every little part of you
Is merry gotta molecules
Every little thing you do
So sad, in the end
Oh in the end
 
There’s a ship that’s sailing
Out in the night
There’s a heart that’s breaking
I think it’s mine
There’s a storm comin’
You’d better
 
Run boy run,
You’d better run
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Richard Willis Hawley
There’s a Storm a’Coming lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Mgb Ltd.
 
 

Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem – Old Maid in the Garrett

Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem – Old Maid in the Garrett

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Published on Feb 9, 2008

 
 
I have often heard it said from me father and me mother
That the going to a weddin’ is the making of another
Well, if this be true, I will go without a biddin’
O kind providence, won’t you send me to a wedding
And its O dear me, how would it be, if I die an old maid in a garret
 
Well, there’s my sister Jean, she’s not handsome or good looking
Barely sixteen and she had a fella courtin’
Now she’s twenty-four with a son and a daughter
Here am I at forty-five and I’ve never had an offer
 
I can cook and I can sew and I can keep the house right tidy
Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready
There’s nothing in this wide world would make me half so cheery
As a wee fat manny who would call me his own deary
 
So come landsman or come kinsman, come tinker or come tailor
Come fiddler or come dancer, come ploughboy or come sailor
Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty
Come any man at all that will marry me for pity
 
Well now I’m away home ’cause there’s nobody heeding
There’s nobody heedin’ to poor old Annie’s pleadin’
I’ll go away to my own wee bit garret If I can’t get a man,
then I’ll surely get a parrot