Waltzing Matilda

There once was a swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree
And he sang as he watched his old billy boiling
«Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?»
Waltzing Matilda, Matilda me darling
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda, and leading a water-bag
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Well, down came a jumbuck to drink at the water hole:
And up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee
And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker-bag
«You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.»
Waltzing Matilda, Matilda me 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 the squatter, a-riding on his thoroughbred;
And down came the troopers, one, two, three:
«Whose is that jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker-bag?
You’d better come a-waltzing Matilda with me!»
Waltzing Matilda, Matilda me darling
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda, and leading a water-bag
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
But the swagman he up and he jumped in the water hole;
«You'll never take me alive!» said he;
And his ghost may be heard a-singing in the billabong
«Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!»
Waltzing Matilda, Matilda me darling
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda, and leading a water-bag
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?