Out on the board the old shearer stands Grasping the shears in his thin bony hands Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied Joe Glory, if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go?
Click go the shears, boys, click, click, click Wide is his bow and his hands move quick The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow And curses the old snagger with a bare-bellied Joe
Shearing is all over and we've all got our checks Roll up your swag, boys, we're off on the tracks The first pub we come to, it's there we'll have a spree And everyone who comes along, it's come and drink with me
Click go the shears, boys, click, click, click Wide is his bow and his hands move quick The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow And curses the old snagger with a bare-bellied Joe
We're on the overlander, overlander trail Where only sheer determination will prevail Men are fuzzy with the job to do So they'll stick and drive the cattle through
And though they sweat and curse, they know they surely must Keep on the trail that winds ahead through heat and dust All sons of Aussie, and they will not fail They're on the overlander, overlander trail
Once a jolly swagman camped by a bill of oaks Under the shade of a koolabah tree And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled You'll come the waltzing Matilda with me
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll come the waltzing Matilda with me And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled You'll come the waltzing Matilda with me
Down came a jumbuck to drink at the bill of oaks Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag You'll come the waltzing Matilda with me
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll come the waltzing Matilda with me And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag You'll come the waltzing Matilda with me You'll come the waltzing Matilda with me
You'll come the waltzing