| Once jolly swagmen went humpin' their swags
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| And stuffed jolly jumbucks in their tuckerbags
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| These days jolly junkies go on bag snatchin' jags
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| And steal to buy the poison they need
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| The old swaggie just wanted a feed
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| And who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
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| Oh Banjo this country’s not what it used to be
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| We’ve changed all your words and rewritten your score
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| Now it’s waltzing Matilda no more
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| Once Henry and Mary on a warm afternoon
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| Rode down a reedy river to the broad bright lagoon
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| The song of the river is a long vanished tune
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| Since they built the uranium mine
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| What’s just left now is just toxic slime
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| And who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
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| Oh Henry this country’s not what it used to be
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| Days pass with a whimper and not with the roar
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| And it’s waltzing Matilda no more
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| We cut down the trees and the land we reclaimed
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| We ploughed and we planted then we ploughed once again
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| And again and again and again and again
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| So now on a hot windy day
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| We can watch our topsoil blown away
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| And who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
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| The desert is marching down to the sea
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| On the day that it stretches from shore to far shore
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| We’ll go waltzing Matilda no more
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| Saturday night outside a Kings Cross hotel
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| Kids with hard drugs and soft bodies to sell
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| Australia these children are halfway to hell
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| Oh is this the best deal you can give?
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| Well I find that hard to believe
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| And who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
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| Hey Anzac is this what you fought to keep free?
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| A land fit for heroes or homeless and poor
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| And it’s waltzing Matilda no more
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| And who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
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| This country could still be what we want it to be
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| With care and compassion the dream we’ll restore
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| And we’ll go waltzing Matilda once more, yeah
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| We’ll go waltzing Matilda once more |