{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Joan Baez - And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda ","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=271648&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=271648&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"Now when I was a young lad I carried me pack\r\nAnd I lived the free life of the rover.\r\nFrom the Murray's green banks, to the dusty outback\r\nWhile I waltzed my Matilda all over.\r\nThen in 1915, my country said, 'Son,\r\nIt's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done.'\r\nSo they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,\r\nAnd they marched me away to the war.\r\n\r\nAnd the band played 'Waltzing Matilda,'\r\nAs the ship pulled away from the quay,\r\nAmidst the songs and the cheers, the flag waving, and tears,\r\nWe sailed off for Gallipoli.\r\n\r\nAnd how well I remember that terrible day,\r\nHow our blood stained the sand we call Suvla Bay\r\nWe were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.\r\n\r\nThe big Turkish shell caught me arse over head,\r\nAnd when I woke up in my hospital bed\r\nAnd saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead\r\nNever knew there was worse things than dying.\r\n\r\nSo I'll go no more 'Waltzing Matilda,'\r\nor through the green bush bars and wide\r\nFor to hunt and tent peg a man needs both legs,\r\nNo more 'Waltzing Matilda' for me.\r\n\r\nThey gathered the injured, the wounded, the maimed,\r\nAnd they shipped us all back to Australia.\r\nThe armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,\r\nThose proud wounded heroes of Suvla.\r\n\r\nAnd as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,\r\nI looked at the place where me legs used to be,\r\nAnd thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,\r\nTo mourn, and to grieve, and to pity.\r\n\r\nAnd the band played \"Waltzing Matilda\"\r\nAs they wheeled us down the gangway.\r\nAnd nobody cheered, they just stood and stared.\r\nAnd they all turned their faces away.\r\n\r\nAnd the band still plays 'Waltzing Matilda,'\r\nAnd the young men still answer the call,\r\nBut as year follows year,those old men disappear\r\nSomeday, no one will march there at all.\r\n\r\nWaltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda\r\nWho'll come a-waltzing Mathilda with me\r\nAnd their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong\r\nWho'll come a-waltzing Mathilda with me ?\r\n","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/2\/7\/1\/_\/271648_30518_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"271648"}