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,
Down came the Squatter a-riding his thorough-bred;
But the swagman, he up and he jumped in the water-hole,
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