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?�


Andrew Barton -Banjo- Paterson