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John Mcdermott - Scotland For Ever
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John Mcdermott - Suo Gan
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John Mcdermott - Amazing Grace
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John Mcdermott - And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
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John Mcdermott - Annie Laurie
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John Mcdermott - Auld Lang Syne
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John Mcdermott - Ave Maria
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John Mcdermott - Barbara Allan
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John Mcdermott - Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms
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John Mcdermott - Bluebells Of Scotland
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John Mcdermott - By Yon Bonnie Banks
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John Mcdermott - Christmas In The Trenches
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John Mcdermott - Christmas Memories
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John Mcdermott - Danny Boy
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John Mcdermott - Daughter Of Mine
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John Mcdermott - Fairwell To Pripchat
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John Mcdermott - Farewell To Pripchat
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John Mcdermott - Flow Gently Sweet Afton
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John Mcdermott - Friend Like You
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John Mcdermott - Galway Bay
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John Mcdermott - Gesu Bambino
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John Mcdermott - Guardian Angel
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John Mcdermott - Hello In There
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John Mcdermott - Here, There And Everywhere
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John Mcdermott - Herere & Everywhere
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John Mcdermott - Instrumental Medley 1
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John Mcdermott - Instrumental Medley 2
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John Mcdermott - Kathleen
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John Mcdermott - Lachin Y Gair
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John Mcdermott - Lachin Y Gair (Dark Loch Nagar)
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John Mcdermott - Lo How A Rose E'er Blooming
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John Mcdermott - Mary Of Argyle
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John Mcdermott - Mother Machree
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John Mcdermott - My Ain Folk
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John Mcdermott - My Bonnie
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John Mcdermott - My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose
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John Mcdermott - Natives
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John Mcdermott - Never Be The Sun
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John Mcdermott - No Change In Me
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John Mcdermott - O Holy Night
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John Mcdermott - O Little Town Of Bethleham
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John Mcdermott - O Little Town Of Bethlehem
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John Mcdermott - Oh Rowan Tree
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John Mcdermott - Old Tin Star
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John Mcdermott - One Last Cold Kiss
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John Mcdermott - One Small Star
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John Mcdermott - Panis Angelicus
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John Mcdermott - Postcard From Paris
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John Mcdermott - She Moved Thro' The Fair
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John Mcdermott - Silent Night
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John Mcdermott - Somewhere A Child Is Sleeping
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John Mcdermott - Sonny's Dream
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John Mcdermott - Steal Away
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John Mcdermott - Sweet Sister Mary
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John Mcdermott - The Bard Of Armagh
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John Mcdermott - The Bard Of Armaugh
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John Mcdermott - The Cliffs Of Doneen
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John Mcdermott - The Cliffs Of Dooneen
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John Mcdermott - The Dutchman
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John Mcdermott - The Faded Coat Of Blue
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John Mcdermott - The Fields Of Athenry
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John Mcdermott - The Green Fields Of France
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John Mcdermott - The Green Isle Of Erin
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John Mcdermott - The Harp That Once
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John Mcdermott - The Holly & The Ivy
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John Mcdermott - The Lark In The Clear Air
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John Mcdermott - The Last Rose Of Summer
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John Mcdermott - The Massacre Of Glencoe
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John Mcdermott - The Metting Of The Waters
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John Mcdermott - The Minstrel Boy
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John Mcdermott - The Mountains Of Mourne
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John Mcdermott - The Old House
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John Mcdermott - The Old Man
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John Mcdermott - The Parting Glass
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John Mcdermott - The Rose Of Tralee
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John Mcdermott - The Secret Of Christmas
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John Mcdermott - The Skye Boat Song
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John Mcdermott - The Spanish Lady
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John Mcdermott - The Spinningwheel
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John Mcdermott - The Sun Is Burning
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John Mcdermott - Voyage
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John Mcdermott - What Child Is This
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John Mcdermott - When I Grow Too Old To Dream
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John Mcdermott - When You And I Were Young, Maggie
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John Mcdermott - Wild Mountain Thyme
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John Mcdermott - Winter Clothes
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John Mcdermott - Ye Banks And Braes Of Bonnie Doon
And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
John Mcdermott
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the murrays green basin to the dusty out back
I waltzed my matilda all over.
Then in 1915 my country said son
Its time to stop rambling, theres work to be done
And 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 the ships pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off to galipolli
And how I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called suvla bay
We were butchered like lambs to the slaughter.
Johnnie turk was ready, oh he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat we were all blown to hell
Nearly blew us all back home to australia.
But the band played waltzing matilda
As we stuck to bury our slain
We burned ours and the turks buried theirs
And we started all over again
Those who were living just tried to survive
In a mad world of blood death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done and I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more Ill go waltzing matilda
All round the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs
No more waltzing matilda for me.
They collected 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 pulled in to circular key
And I looked at the place where my legs used to be
I thanked christ there was no one there 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 there and stared
And turned all their faces away
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
Renewing their dreams of past glory
I see the old men all tired, stiff and sore
The weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask what are they marching for?
And I ask myself the same question
And the band played waltzing matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, the numbers get fewer
Some day none will march there at all
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
Wholl come a waltzing matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
Wholl come a waltzing matilda with me.