Waltzing Matilda

Oh! there once was a swagman camped in the Billabong,

Under the shade of a Coolabah tree;

And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling,

“Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.”

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling,

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag —

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water-hole,

Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him in glee;

And he sang as he put him away in his tucker-bag,

“You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!”

Down came the Squatter a-riding his thorough-bred;

Down came Policemen — one, two, and three.

“Whose is the jumbuck you've got in the tucker-bag?

You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.”

But the swagman, he up and he jumped in the water-hole,

Drowning himself by the Coolabah tree;

And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the Billabong,

“Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?”