Waltzing Matilda

Once a jolly swagman camped by

a billabong

Under the shade of a coolibah tree

And he sang as he watched and

waited ’til his billy boiled

“Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me?”

“Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me?”

And he sang as he watched and

waited ’til his billy boiled

“Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me?”

Down came a jumbuck to drink

from the billabong

Up jumped the swagman and

grabbed him with glee

And he sang as he stowed that

jumbuck in his tucker bag

“You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me”

“Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me”

And he sang as he stowed that

jumbuck in his tucker bag

“You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me”

Up rode the squatter, mounted on

his thoroughbred

Down came the troopers,

one, two, three

“Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve

got in your tucker bag?”

“You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me”

“Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me”

“Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve

got in your tucker bag?”

“You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me”

Up jumped the swagman, leapt

into the billabong “You’ll never

catch me alive,” said he And his

ghost may be heard as you pass

by the billabong

“Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me?”

“Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me?”

And his ghost may be heard as you

pass by the billabong

“Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda,

with me?”