时间：2010-06-11
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Scorn of the Women (Live) - Weddings Parties Anything
Well I remember respectfully
Like others before me
All those folk who fell in the war
And I heard you singing songs of lamentation
But I don't wish to hear them no more
"And what did you do in the time of the war"
Is a question asked by everyone
Well I stood in the line
My screwdriver in hand
Making aircraft out at Laverton
SO don't sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda
Don't tell me I tried don't tell me I failed
'Cos all I recall is the scorn of the women
And the white feather that I received in the mail
Well I remember the day
I went down to enlist
And they said"Read this chart on the wall"
And I remember the tone
Of the voice of the doctor
As he said to me
"That will be all thank you very much"
And riding home slowly I sat on my tram
Not sure if to laugh or to cry
For to train in the camps
A man needs his lamps
And a good soldier
Must have good eyes
SO don't sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda
Don't tell me I tried don't tell me I failed
'Cos all I recall is the scorn of the women
And the white feather that I received in the mail
Well it takes more than bullets
To murder to maim
Whether worn down or beaten
A death's still a death
And you know sometimes
When I think back to the forties
I pray for my very last breath
Oh you know I have nothing
Against those who fought
But for Christ's sake
We do what we can
There's more than one way
That you can skin a cat
And there's more than one way
You can cripple a man
SO don't sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda
Don't tell me I tried don't tell me I failed
'Cos all I recall is the scorn of the women
And the white feather that I received in the mail
SO don't sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda
Don't tell me I tried don't tell me I failed
'Cos all I recall is the scorn of the women
And the white feather that I received in the mail
