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Irish Folksongs - A Soldiers Song
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Irish Folksongs - Boys Of The Old Brigade
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Irish Folksongs - The Croppy Boy
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Irish Folksongs - The Curragh Of Kildare
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Irish Folksongs - A Str Mo Chroi
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Irish Folksongs - A Walk In The Irish Rain
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Irish Folksongs - An Irishmans Epistle To The Officers And Troops At Boston
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Irish Folksongs - And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
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Irish Folksongs - Arans Lonely Home
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Irish Folksongs - Back Home In Derry
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Irish Folksongs - Ballyroan
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Irish Folksongs - Black And Tans!
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Irish Folksongs - Black Is The Colour
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Irish Folksongs - Bold Robert Emmet
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Irish Folksongs - Boolavogue (1)
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Irish Folksongs - Boolavogue (2)
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Irish Folksongs - Botany Bay
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Irish Folksongs - Boys Of Fairhill
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Irish Folksongs - Bridgit Omalley
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Irish Folksongs - Buachaill N Irne
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Irish Folksongs - Coast Of Malabar
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Irish Folksongs - Courtin In The Kitchen
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Irish Folksongs - The Armagh Sniper
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Irish Folksongs - The Bard Of Armagh
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Irish Folksongs - The Birmingham Six
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Irish Folksongs - The Black And Tan Gun
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Irish Folksongs - The Boys From The County Armagh
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Irish Folksongs - The Boys From The County Cork
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Irish Folksongs - The Boys From The County Mayo
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Irish Folksongs - The Boys Of Killybegs
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Irish Folksongs - The Cliffs Of Doneen
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Irish Folksongs - The Crack Was Ninety In The Isle Of Man
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Irish Folksongs - A Bunch Of Thyme
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Irish Folksongs - A Fenian Song
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Irish Folksongs - A Little Bit Of Heaven
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Irish Folksongs - A Man You Dont Meet Every Day
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Irish Folksongs - A Mothers Love Is A Blessing
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Irish Folksongs - A Muirsheen Durkin
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Irish Folksongs - A Nation Once Again
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Irish Folksongs - A Night To Remember
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Irish Folksongs - A Pair Of Brown Eyes
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Irish Folksongs - A Rainy Night In Soho
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Irish Folksongs - A Trace Boy On Ligoniel Hill
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Irish Folksongs - Admiral William Brown
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Irish Folksongs - All Around My Hat
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Irish Folksongs - Amhrn na bhfiann
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Irish Folksongs - An Irishmans Dream
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Irish Folksongs - Arthur Mcbride
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Irish Folksongs - Barrys Column
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Irish Folksongs - Belfast Brigade
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Irish Folksongs - Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms
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Irish Folksongs - Bread And Fishes
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Irish Folksongs - Brennan On The Moor
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Irish Folksongs - Bring Them Home
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Irish Folksongs - Broad Black Brimmer
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Irish Folksongs - Comical Genius
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Irish Folksongs - The Bold Black And Tan
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Irish Folksongs - The Bold Fenian Men
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Irish Folksongs - The Bold Odonohue
And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
Irish Folksongs
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 ramblin' for 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
Chorus:
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As the ship sailed away from the quay
Amid all the tears, the flag-waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk was ready, Lord he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets and he showered us with shells
In five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
Nearly blew us back home to Australia
Chorus:
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again
And those who were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and, fire
For ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me ass over head
And when I awoke, in a hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I were dead
I never knew there were worse things than dying
Chorus:
For no more I'll go waltzing matilda
All around the green bush far and near
But to hunt and to pace, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing matilda for me
They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us
