We are deeply saddened to hear of the passing of the legendary Edna O’Brien, a beacon in Irish literature whose voice resonated with truth, courage, and unyielding passion. Her profound contributions to the literary world have left an indelible mark, inspiring generations of writers, poets and readers alike.19h
Provided to YouTube by Columbia/Legacy Wonderful! Wonderful! · Johnny Mathis · Ray Conniff & His Orchestra & Chorus The Essential Johnny Mathis ℗ Originally released 1956. All rights reserved by Jon Mat Records, Inc. Released on: 2004-05-04 Associated Performer: Johnny Mathis with Ray Conniff & His Orchestra & Chorus Composer: Sherman Edwards Lyricist: Ben Raleigh Producer: Mitch Miller Producer: Al Ham Auto-generated by YouTube.
Before covering “Helplessly Hoping” on the Stern Show, Brandi Carlile told Howard about the time she performed it live at one of her shows … that Stephen Stills happened to be at.
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?
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Go dig my grave both wide and deep Place a marble stone at my head and feet And on my breast a snow white dove To tell this world that I died for love Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me She went upstairs for to make her bed And not one word to her mother said Her mother, she went upstairs too Saying “daughter oh daughter What troubles you?” “Oh Mama dear, I cannot tell, That railroad boy that I loved so well He courted me my life away And now with me he will not stay” Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me Her father, he came home from work, Saying “where’s my daughter? She seemed so hurt” He went upstairs for to give her hope And he found her hanging by a rope Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me He got his knife for to cut her down And in her bosom these words he found; Go dig my grave both wide and deep Place a marble stone at my head and feet And on my breast a snow white dove To tell this world that I died for love Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me