| Once a jolly Swagman, camped by a Billabong
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| Under the shade of a Coolibah tree
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| And he sang as he watched and waited till his Billy boiled
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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| And he sang as he sat and waited till his Billy boiled
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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| Down came a Jumbuck to drink at that Billabong
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| Up jumped the Swagman and grabbed him with glee
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| And he sang as he shoved that Jumbuck in his tucker bag
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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| And he sang as he shoved that Jumbuck in his tucker bag
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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| Up rode the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred
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| Down come the troopers, one, two, three
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| Whose that jolly Jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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| Whose that jolly Jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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| Up jumped the Swagman, sprang into the Billabong
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| Drowning himself by the Coolibah tree
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| And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that Billabong
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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| And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that Billabong
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| You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me |