OH! there once was a swagman camped in the Billabong, <br /> Under the shade of a Coolabah tree; <br />And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling, <br /> “Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.” <br /> <br />Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling, <br /> Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? <br />Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag— <br /> Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? <br />Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water-hole, <br /> Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him in glee; <br />And he sang as he put him away in his tucker-bag, <br /> “You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!” <br /> <br />Down came the Squatter a-riding his thorough-bred; <br /> Down came Policemen—one, two, and three. <br />”Whose is the jumbuck you’ve got in the tucker-bag? <br /> You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.” <br /> <br />But the swagman, he up and he jumped in the water-hole, <br /> Drowning himself by the Coolabah tree; <br />And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the Billabong, <br /> “Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?” <br /> <br /> <br />Andrew Barton ‘Banjo’ Paterson<br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waltzing-matilda/
