Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,  Under the shade of a coolibah tree.  He sang and he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,  "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."  Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,  You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me.  He sang and he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,  "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."  Well, down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong;  Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee.  He laughed as he stowed the jumbuck in his tucker-bag,  "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."  Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,  You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me.  He laughed as he stowed the jumbuck in his tucker-bag,  "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."  Well, up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred;  Up rode the troopers -- one, two, three.  "Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker-bag?  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 tucker-bag?  You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."  Well, up jumped the swagman and jumped into the billabong;  "You'll never take me alive," said he.  His ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong,  "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."  Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,  You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me.  His ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong,  "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."