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When I was a young man I carried my pack
                           And I lived the free life of a rover
                           From the Murrays 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
                           <When> 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 <showered> 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
                           And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
                           Then <it> started all over again

                           Now those <who were living did their best to survive>
                           In <that> mad world of blood, death and fire
                           And for <seven long> weeks I kept myself alive
                           <While the corpses around me 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
                           <And> no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
                           <To> the green <bushes so> 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 <and> 
maimed
                           And they shipped us back home to Australia
                           <The legless, the armless>, the blind <and> 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 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
                           <And they> turned all their faces away

                           And 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
                           Reliving <the or their> dreams of past glory
                           <I see the old men, all twisted and torn>

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