Текст: Barbara Dickson. Other. Waltzing Matilda.

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

Down come a jumbuck to drink at the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

Up rode the Squatter mounted on his thoroughbred,
Up rode the troopers, one, two, three.
Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong,
You'll never take me alive, said he
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
You'll never take me alive, said he

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me