Oh! there once was a swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a Coolabah tree;
And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling,
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matida with me?"
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda and leading a water bag
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water-hole,
Up Jumped the swagman and grabbed him in gee;
And he sang ashe stowed him away in his tucker-bag,
"You'll come a-waltzing Mailda with me."

Down came the Squatter a-riding his thoroughbred;
Down came Policeman - one, two and three.
"Whose is the jumbuck you've got in your tucker-bag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."

But the swagman, he up and he jumped in the water-hole,
Drowning himself by the Coolabah tree;
And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the Billabong
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"

A. B. (Banjo) Paterson