Scorn Of The Women

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I remember respectfully like others before me
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All those folk who fell in the war
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And I hear you singing songs of lamentation
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But I don’t wish to hear them no more
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What did you do in the time of the war? It’s a question asked by everyone
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I stood in a line my screwdriver in hand making aircraft out at Laverton

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   So don’t sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda
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   Don’t tell me I tried, don’t tell me I failed
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   For all I recall is the scorn of the women
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   And a white feather that I received in the mail

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I remember the day I went down to enlist
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And they said “Read this chart on the wall”
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I remember the tone of the voice of the doctor
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As he said to me: “That will be all. Thank you very much”
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Riding home slowly I sat on my tram not sure if to laugh or to cry
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For to train in the camps, sure, a man needs his lamps
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And a good soldier he must have good eyes

Chorus

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Well it takes more than bullets to murder and maim
        A
Whether worn down or beaten a death’s still a death
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And you know sometimes when I think back to the forties
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I pray for my very last breath
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You know I have nothing against those who fought
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But for Christ’s sake we do what we can
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And there’s more than one way that you can skin a cat
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And there’s more than one way you can cripple a man