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Waltzing Matilda

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Chords and lyrics for Waltzing Matilda by Banjo Paterson

C 
Once a jolly  
G 
swagman
Am 
camped by a
F 
billabong,
C 
Under the shade of a  
F 
Coolibah 
 
 
G 
tree,
 
And he
Am 
sang as h
E 
e watched and
F 
waited till hi
C 
s billy boiled,
C 
You’ll come a
F 
Waltzing 
 
Ma
G 
tilda with me.
 
C 
Waltzing 
 
Matilda,
F 
Waltzing 
 
Mat
G 
ilda,
C 
You’ll come a Waltzing Mat
F 
ilda with  
G 
me,
 
And he  
Am 
sang as he  
E 
watched and  
F 
waited till his
C 
billy 
 
boiled,
C 
You’ll come a
F 
Waltzing 
 
 
G 
Matilda with me.

Waltzing Matilda

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Chords and lyrics for Waltzing Matilda by Pogues

 
When I was a  
D 
young man, I  
A 
carried my pack.
 
And I lived the free  
E 
life, of a  
A 
rover.
 
>From the
E 
Murray’s 
 
green
D 
basin,
 
To the  
A 
dusty 
 
outback,
 
I waltzed my  
E 
matilda all  
A 
over.
 
Then in 19
E 
15, my  
D 
country said  
A 
“son”
 
“It’s t
E 
ime to stop  
D 
rambling,”
 
“Cos there’s  
A 
work to be done.”
 
So they gave me a t
D 
in 
 
hat,
 
And they gave me a  
A 
gun,
 
And they sent me  
E 
away to the w
A 
ar.
 
And the band played W
D 
altzing 
 
M
A 
atilda,
 
As we sailed a
D 
way from the  
E 
quay.
 
And am
D 
idst all the cheers,
 
And the s
A 
houts and the tears,
 
We sailed off for  
E 
Galipoli
A 
 
How well I  
D 
remember that  
A 
terrible 
 
day,
 
when the blood stained the  
E 
sand and the  
A 
water.
 
And h
E 
ow in that  
D 
hell
 
that they  
A 
called Souvla Bay
 
We were butchered like  
E 
lambs at the  
A 
slaughter.
 
Johnny  
E 
Turkey was  
D 
ready, He’d  
A 
primed himself well.
 
He  
E 
showered us with  
D 
bullets,
 
And he  
A 
rained us with shells.
 
And in five minutes  
D 
flat,
 
he’d blown  
A 
us all to hell.
 
Nearly  
E 
blew us right back to  
A 
Australia.
 
And the band played  
D 
Waltzing 
 
 
A 
Matilda,
 
As we stopped to  
D 
bury our  
E 
slain.
 
And  
D 
we buried ours
 
and the  
A 
Turks buried theirs,
 
And it started all  
E 
over 
 
 
A 
again.
 
Now those who were  
D 
living, Did their  
A 
best to survive,
 
In that  
E 
mad world of guts, blood, and  
A 
fire.
 
And for  
E 
seven long  
D 
weeks,
 
I  
A 
kept myself alive,
 
As the  
E 
corpses around me piled  
A 
higher.
 
Then a  
E 
big Turkish  
D 
shell, Knocked me  
A 
arse over tit.
 
And  
E 
when I  
D 
awoke
 
in my ho
A 
spital 
 
bed,
 
And saw what it had  
D 
done,
 
Christ I  
A 
wished I was dead.
 
Never  
E 
knew there were worse things than  
A 
dying.
 
And no more I’ll go  
D 
Waltzing 
 
 
A 
Matilda,
 
To the green bushes  
D 
so far and  
E 
near.
 
For to  
D 
hang tent and pegs
 
A  
A 
man needs two legs.
 
No more Waltzing  
E 
Matilda for  
A 
me.
 
So they collected the  
D 
crippled, The  
A 
wounded and maimed,
 
And they sent us back  
E 
home to  
A 
Australia.
 
The  
E 
legless, the  
D 
armless,
 
the  
A 
blind and insane.
 
Those  
E 
proud wounded heroes of  
A 
Souvla
 
And  
E 
as our ship  
D 
pulled into  
A 
Circular 
 
Quay
 
I  
E 
looked at the  
D 
place
 
where my  
A 
legs used to be.
 
And thank Christ, there was  
D 
nobody
A 
waiting for me,
 
To  
E 
grieve and to mourn and to  
A 
pity.
 
And the band played  
D 
Waltzing 
 
 
A 
Matilda,
 
As they carried us  
D 
down the gang
E 
way.
 
But  
D 
nobody 
 
cheered,
 
They  
A 
just stood and stared,
 
And they  
E 
turned their faces  
A 
away.
 
And now every  
D 
April, I  
A 
sit on my porch,
 
And I  
E 
watch the parades pass  
A 
before 
 
me.
 
I  
E 
see my old  
D 
comrades,
 
How  
A 
proudly they march.
 
Re
E 
living the dreams of past  
A 
glory.
 
I  
E 
see the old  
D 
men, all  
A 
twisted and torn.
 
The  
E 
forgotten 
 
 
D 
heroes
 
of a  
A 
forgotten 
 
war.
 
And the young people  
D 
ask 
 
me,
 
What are  
A 
they marching for?
 
And  
E 
I ask my self the same  
A 
question.
 
And the band plays  
D 
Waltzing 
 
 
A 
Matilda,
 
And the old men still  
D 
answer the  
E 
call.
 
But  
D 
year after year,
 
Their  
A 
numbers get fewer,
 
Someday no-one will  
E 
march there  
A 
at 
 
all.
 
A 
Waltzing Matilda,  
D 
Waltzing 
 
Matilda
A 
Who’ll come a waltzing matilda with
E 
me?

Waltzing Matilda

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Chords and lyrics for Waltzing Matilda by The Pogues

 
When I was a  
D 
young man, I  
A 
carried my pack.
 
And I lived the free  
E 
life, of a  
A 
rover.
 
>From the
E 
Murray’s 
 
green
D 
basin,
 
To the  
A 
dusty 
 
outback,
 
I waltzed my  
E 
matilda all  
A 
over.
 
Then in 19
E 
15, my  
D 
country said  
A 
“son”
 
“It’s t
E 
ime to stop  
D 
rambling,”
 
“Cos there’s  
A 
work to be done.”
 
So they gave me a t
D 
in 
 
hat,
 
And they gave me a  
A 
gun,
 
And they sent me  
E 
away to the w
A 
ar.
 
And the band played W
D 
altzing 
 
M
A 
atilda,
 
As we sailed a
D 
way from the  
E 
quay.
 
And am
D 
idst all the cheers,
 
And the s
A 
houts and the tears,
 
We sailed off for  
E 
Galipoli
A 
 
How well I  
D 
remember that  
A 
terrible 
 
day,
 
when the blood stained the  
E 
sand and the  
A 
water.
 
And h
E 
ow in that  
D 
hell
 
that they  
A 
called Souvla Bay
 
We were butchered like  
E 
lambs at the  
A 
slaughter.
 
Johnny  
E 
Turkey was  
D 
ready, He’d  
A 
primed himself well.
 
He  
E 
showered us with  
D 
bullets,
 
And he  
A 
rained us with shells.
 
And in five minutes  
D 
flat,
 
he’d blown  
A 
us all to hell.
 
Nearly  
E 
blew us right back to  
A 
Australia.
 
And the band played  
D 
Waltzing 
 
 
A 
Matilda,
 
As we stopped to  
D 
bury our  
E 
slain.
 
And  
D 
we buried ours
 
and the  
A 
Turks buried theirs,
 
And it started all  
E 
over 
 
 
A 
again.
 
Now those who were  
D 
living, Did their  
A 
best to survive,
 
In that  
E 
mad world of guts, blood, and  
A 
fire.
 
And for  
E 
seven long  
D 
weeks,
 
I  
A 
kept myself alive,
 
As the  
E 
corpses around me piled  
A 
higher.
 
Then a  
E 
big Turkish  
D 
shell, Knocked me  
A 
arse over tit.
 
And  
E 
when I  
D 
awoke
 
in my ho
A 
spital 
 
bed,
 
And saw what it had  
D 
done,
 
Christ I  
A 
wished I was dead.
 
Never  
E 
knew there were worse things than  
A 
dying.
 
And no more I’ll go  
D 
Waltzing 
 
 
A 
Matilda,
 
To the green bushes  
D 
so far and  
E 
near.
 
For to  
D 
hang tent and pegs
 
A  
A 
man needs two legs.
 
No more Waltzing  
E 
Matilda for  
A 
me.
 
So they collected the  
D 
crippled, The  
A 
wounded and maimed,
 
And they sent us back  
E 
home to  
A 
Australia.
 
The  
E 
legless, the  
D 
armless,
 
the  
A 
blind and insane.
 
Those  
E 
proud wounded heroes of  
A 
Souvla
 
And  
E 
as our ship  
D 
pulled into  
A 
Circular 
 
Quay
 
I  
E 
looked at the  
D 
place
 
where my  
A 
legs used to be.
 
And thank Christ, there was  
D 
nobody
A 
waiting for me,
 
To  
E 
grieve and to mourn and to  
A 
pity.
 
And the band played  
D 
Waltzing 
 
 
A 
Matilda,
 
As they carried us  
D 
down the gang
E 
way.
 
But  
D 
nobody 
 
cheered,
 
They  
A 
just stood and stared,
 
And they  
E 
turned their faces  
A 
away.
 
And now every  
D 
April, I  
A 
sit on my porch,
 
And I  
E 
watch the parades pass  
A 
before 
 
me.
 
I  
E 
see my old  
D 
comrades,
 
How  
A 
proudly they march.
 
Re
E 
living the dreams of past  
A 
glory.
 
I  
E 
see the old  
D 
men, all  
A 
twisted and torn.
 
The  
E 
forgotten 
 
 
D 
heroes
 
of a  
A 
forgotten 
 
war.
 
And the young people  
D 
ask 
 
me,
 
What are  
A 
they marching for?
 
And  
E 
I ask my self the same  
A 
question.
 
And the band plays  
D 
Waltzing 
 
 
A 
Matilda,
 
And the old men still  
D 
answer the  
E 
call.
 
But  
D 
year after year,
 
Their  
A 
numbers get fewer,
 
Someday no-one will  
E 
march there  
A 
at 
 
all.
 
A 
Waltzing Matilda,  
D 
Waltzing 
 
Matilda
A 
Who’ll come a waltzing matilda with
E 
me?

Waltzing Matilda

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Chords and lyrics for Waltzing Matilda by Misc Traditional

D 
Once a jolly  
A 
swagman 
 
 
Bm 
camp’d by a  
G 
billa
D 
bong
D 
under the  
A7 
shade of a
D/F# 
coo
A7 
l-i-bah
D 
tree and he
D 
sang as he  
A 
watched and  
Bm 
waited till his
G 
billy 
 
boiled
D 
You’ll come a waltzing Ma-
A7 
til-da with  
D 
me
 
D/F# 
Waltzing 
 
Matild
G 
a, 
 
Waltzing
D 
Matilda,
D 
 
G 
 
D 
 
D/F# 
 
A/C# 
 
you’ll come  
A 
waltzing Ma-til-da with me and he
D 
sang as w
A7 
atched 
 
and
Bm 
waited till hi
G 
s billy boiled
D 
 
A7 
 
D 
 
you’ll come  
A 
waltzing Matilda with me