Can’t get into much trouble,
Nothing will burst our bubble.
60,000 gone, the aftermath of war,
Crippled, blind and some maim,
No more Waltzing Matilda for them
In their world, no Fame.
Society forever changed,
But man thinks he is free,
The world is at the crossroads,
Wherever that may be.
Survivors faced another battle,
So, we’ll go Waltzing Matilda once more,
The Hun is restless and relentless,
And the Japs are at the door.
Is the world really free?
Are the dead freer than most?
At least they’re Waltzing Matilda,
As we play the last post.