{title:Waltzing Mathilda}
{st:Traditional}
[C]Once a jolly [G]swagman camped beside a [F]billabong
[C]Under the shade of a [G]coolibah tree,
And he [C]sang as he [G]watched and [C]waited ’till his [F]billy boiled,
[C]»You’ll come a waltzing, Ma[G]thilda, with [C]me.»
{c:Chorus:}
[C]»Waltzing Mathilda, [F]waltzing Mathilda,
[C]You’ll come a waltzing, Mathilda, with [G]me.»
And he [C]sang as he [G]watched and [C]waited ’till his [F]billy boiled,
[C]»You’ll come a waltzing, Ma[G]thilda, with [C]me.»
Down came a jumpbuck to drink at the billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he stowed that jumpbuck in his tucker bag,
«You’ll come a waltzing, Mathilda, with me.»
{c:Chorus.}
Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
«Where’s that jolly jumpbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?
You’ll come a waltzing, Mathilda, with me.»
{c:Chorus.}
Up jumped the swagman, 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, Mathilda, with me.»
{c:Chorus.}