| 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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| Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong
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| Up got the swaggie and grabbed him with glee
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| And he sang as he stowed 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 stowed that jumbuck in his tucker-bag
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| You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me
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| Down came the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred
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| Up came the troopers One Two Three
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| Who’s the 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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| Who’s the 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 got the swaggie and jumped into the billabong
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| You’ll never catch me alive said he
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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 |