REQ: 'And the Band Played' & 'The Band Played Waltzing Matilda'
Samantha
recorded and released somewhere between the 60s and early 70s. I don't
know if that's the title, but there's a line that goes like that and
then launches into this guitar riff. The song is about the sinking of
the Titanic.
The second one is that one about Galipoli "And the band played Waltzing
Matilda/As the ship went away from the shore/And the band played
Waltzing Matilda/...??" The final lines are about all the injured that
came back, and how the veterans are passing away, and how people were
asking, "Man, what are they marching for?" (I think that's the final
line)
Andrew
the second one is by Eric Bogle, an Australian folk singer. I have no
idea where to find the lyrics though, sorry
BagsMM
posted them
I'll type them ALL out.....
It's a bloody long song..... heheheh
It always goes over well on ANZAC day.
Cheers,
Geoff
Samantha <saNObas...@deakin.edu.au> wrote in message
news:39164DF1...@deakin.edu.au...
Rowland
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Hey hey!
Look no further for this one:
The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
By Eric Bogle
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
How 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 chased 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
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
Now those that were left, well we tried to
survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses 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, 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 two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the
maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my 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
Then turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and
sore
The forgotten 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 plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll go a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the
Billabong
Who'll go a waltzing Matilda with me?
--
Millennium proverb: Home is where you hang your @
Linc.
Rowland
> OKOK if I get on in the wee small hours of the morning, and no-one has
> posted them
> I'll type them ALL out.....
> It's a bloody long song..... heheheh
> It always goes over well on ANZAC day.
> Cheers,
>
> Geoff
>
> Samantha <saNObas...@deakin.edu.au> wrote in message
> news:39164DF1...@deakin.edu.au...
> > The first one is one I heard about a decade ago - I think it was
> > recorded and released somewhere between the 60s and early 70s. I don't
> > know if that's the title, but there's a line that goes like that and
> > then launches into this guitar riff. The song is about the sinking of
> > the Titanic.
> >
> > The second one is that one about Galipoli "And the band played Waltzing
> > Matilda/As the ship went away from the shore/And the band played
> > Waltzing Matilda/...??" The final lines are about all the injured that
> > came back, and how the veterans are passing away, and how people were
> > asking, "Man, what are they marching for?" (I think that's the final
> > line)
> >
There are heaps of sites for The Band Played (On)
All very confusing
Try putting this in your search engine:
band played titanic
Should be lotsa results
Bunty Pritchard Jones
<ba...@brisbane.inoz.nu> writes
>OKOK if I get on in the wee small hours of the morning, and no-one has
>posted them
>I'll type them ALL out.....
>It's a bloody long song..... heheheh
>It always goes over well on ANZAC day.
>Cheers,
>
>Geoff
>
When I was a young man I carried my pack,
And I lived the free life of a rover.
From the Murray's 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,
How 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 chased 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,
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.
Now those that were left, well we tried to survive,
In a mad world of blood, death and fire,
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive,
But around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me heels over head,
And when I woke up in my hospital bed,
And saw what it had done, 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 two legs,
No more waltzing Matilda for me.
So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where my 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,
Then turned all their faces away.
And now every April I sit on my porch,
And I watch the parade pass before me,
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Reliving old dreams of past glory.
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore,
The forgotten 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 plays Waltzing Matilda,
And the old men answer to the call,
But year after year their numbers get fewer,
Some day no one will march there at all.
Bunty
--
Bunty Pritchard Jones
http://www.the-antiques.demon.co.uk
Samantha
Samantha wrote:
> The first one is one I heard about a decade ago - I think it was
> recorded and released somewhere between the 60s and early 70s. I don't
> know if that's the title, but there's a line that goes like that and
> then launches into this guitar riff. The song is about the sinking of
> the Titanic.
>
> The second one is that one about Galipoli "And the band played Waltzing
> Matilda/As the ship went away from the shore/And the band played
> Waltzing Matilda/...??" The final lines are about all the injured that
> came back, and how the veterans are passing away, and how people were
> asking, "Man, what are they marching for?" (I think that's the final
> line)
--
"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not
sure about the former."
- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
Tiny Dancer
from one of my all-time favorite performers who left a big hole when he died.
From this great Harry Chapin site:
http://www.littlejason.com/chapin/songs/index.html
Dance Band on the Titanic
Dance band on the Titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
Mama stood cryin' at the dockside
Sayin' "Please son, don't take this trip"
I said "Mama, sweet Mama, don't you worry none"
"Even God couldn't sink this ship"
Well, the whistle blew and they turned the screws
It turned the water into foam
Destination sweet salvation
Goodbye home sweet home
I'm in the dance band on the Titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
There was a trombone and a saxophone
The bass and drums were cookin' up the bandstand
And I was strummin' in the middle with this dude on the fiddle
And we were three days out from land
And now the foghorn's jammed and moanin'
Hear it groanin' through the misty night
I heard the lookout shout down "There's icebergs around"
"But still everything's all right"
Oh, the dance band on the Titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
They were burnin' all the flares for candles
In the banquet they were throwin' in first class
And we were blowin' waltzes in the barroom
When the universe went CRASH!
"There's no way that this could happen"
I could hear the old captain curse
He ordered lifeboats away, that's when I heard the chaplain say
"Women and children and chaplains first"
Well, they soon used up all of the lifeboats
But there were a lot of us left on board
I heard the drummer sayin' "Boys, just keep playin'"
"Now we're doin' this gig for the Lord"
I heard the dance band on the Titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
There's a wild-eyed boy in the radio shack
He's the last remaining guest
He was tappin' in a Morse code frenzy
Tappin' "Please God, S.O.S."
Jesus Christ can walk on the water
But a music man will drown
They say that Nero fiddled while Rome burned up
Well, I was strummin' as the ship go down
I'm in the dance band on the Titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
Dance band on the Titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
Dance band on the Titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
Cheers,
TD
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Tiny Dancer
http://www.fortunecity.com/tinpan/parton/2/matilda.html
The song begins with the line "Now when I was a young man I carried me pack".
And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
written by Eric Bogle
Lyrics as performed by Eric Bogle & John Munro,
"Pumpe", Kiel, D, NDR-FM
Broadcast May 25, 1982;
transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
Copyright Larrikin Music, Ltd.
This... in Australia, every year, we have... we celebrate... we remember
"ANZAC DAY" -- an' it's a very important day in Australia... the whole day
is given over to remembering the soldiers who died in... all the wars and...
the whole day -- in Britain, in England, they have two minutes of silence
once a year.
It's important in Australia, because at Gallipoli, in 1915, for the first time,
the Australian soldiers had Australian officers -- before then, the Australian
army had British officers.
And... by this time, it was an all-Australian army, and they did quite well...
and Australia was very proud of 'em. And they engendered a great sense
of national pride, back home in Australia.
The saying arose that Australia became a nation founded on the blood of
our soldiers who died at Gallipoli. So... it was very important to Australia.
We have... in Britain just now.. and THEN it was "our brave boys at Gallipoli"...
in Britain, just before John [Munro] and I left three days ago, it was "our brave
boys in the Falkland Islands." The jingoism always remains the same... it's
just the wars that are different... but they seem stupid, hackneyed phrases...
which demeans the soldiers...
Right... I'll get off my pulpit... stop preaching and sing a song...
I get quite heated about this subject...
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 stop ramblin', 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 call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he 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,
Well, 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 dying.
For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda,"
All around the green bush far and free --
To hump tents 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 armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship sailed 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 my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Reviving old dreams of past glory,
And the old men march slowly, all 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 meself 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 the billabong,
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
Samantha
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