The Wolf Credo: Respect the elders. Teach the young. Cooperate with the pack. Play when you can. Hunt when you must. Rest in between. Share your affections. Voice your feelings. Leave your mark.
So, You want to know more about me, well read the blog, lol, you'll find that most of it is about me and how I feel about things like peace, war, love , human rights and coming of age in the 60's. Hope at times the blog will make you think or make you smile. Enjoy and leave a comment or two.
Top of the mornin to you sir. I love Irish music. Irish Rover, Whisky in the jar,o and Trevellyans corn. My fav Pouges song is the fairy tale of New York.
If you scroll back to December 25th on the blog you will find Fairy Tale Of New York there. Its one of my favorite Pouges songs as well, the other is Waltzing Matilda (the anti-war version) thats on the end of this clip.
Thanks Wolf.Great to hear it again. I've not heard the Pouges version of Waltzing Matilda before.The Irish folk group The Fureys do a great version.The Green Fields of France is another good one. I think you would like that one.
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 come a waltzing Matilda with me And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Dear Wolf . Please to God or the Goddess :) that this does not upset you! It is a ballad sung by the Fureys. It is called the Green Feilds of France. It is about the first World War. But really if you listen to the words it is about all wars.My Granfather was a young soldier in the trenches he was lucky he survide it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wn-nihbfjik
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Top of the mornin to you sir.
I love Irish music. Irish Rover,
Whisky in the jar,o and Trevellyans corn.
My fav Pouges song is the fairy tale of New York.
If you scroll back to December 25th on the blog you will find Fairy Tale Of New York there. Its one of my favorite Pouges songs as well, the other is Waltzing Matilda (the anti-war version) thats on the end of this clip.
Thanks Wolf.Great to hear it again.
I've not heard the Pouges version of Waltzing Matilda before.The Irish folk group The Fureys do a great version.The Green Fields of France is another good one.
I think you would like that one.
And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda Cords
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 come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Dear Wolf . Please to God or the Goddess :) that this does not upset you! It is a ballad sung by the Fureys.
It is called the Green Feilds of France. It is about the first World War. But really if you listen to the words it is about all wars.My Granfather was a young soldier in the trenches he was lucky he survide it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wn-nihbfjik
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