Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong, Under the shade of a coolibah tree. And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled, "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me." Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong; Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee. And he sang as he shoved 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 shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbag, "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me." Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred; Down came 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 catch me alive," said he. And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong, "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me." 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."