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Oh, there once was a swagman camped in a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah 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 with glee;
And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker bag,
You'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 the squatter a-riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers one, two, three;
Whose is that jumbuck you've got in the tucker bag,
You'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?
But the swagman he up and he jumped into the water hole,
Drowning himself by the coolibah tree;
And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the billabong,
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?
