I'm a bit of a closet guitarist and like folk, country, blues and ballardy type songs. Recently I discovered "And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" in a bunch of Joan Baez MP3s I put on my puter. I promptly downloaded the lyrics and proceeded to learn it.
Part of the appeal of this song is that it reminds me of an old guy that came to our high country station at Queenstown in the mid '60s to train a thoroughbred horse for my mother. Roy was his name. Roy must have been a bit of a hard case when he was a kid because he bull-shitted about his age and got himself on troopship bound for Gallipoli and there, amongst the carnage, had his sixteenth birthday!
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