Once a jolly swagman camped by a beaver bowlUnder the shade of a cool bar treeAnd he sang as he watchedAnd waited till his billy boughtYou come a-waltzing, Matilda, with meDown came a john buck to drink at that beaver bowlJumped the swaggy and grabbed him with gleeAnd he sang as he stowed thatJohn buck in his talker bagYou come a-waltzing, Matilda, with meWaltzing, Matilda, waltzing, MatildaYou come a-waltzing, Matilda, with meAnd he sang as he watchedAnd he sang as he stowed thatJohn buck in his talker bagYou come a-waltzing, Matilda, with meDown came the squatterMounted on his star of redUp came the troopersOne, two, threeWho's that jolly john buckYou've got in your talker bagYou come a-waltzing, Matilda, with meWaltzing, Matilda, waltzing, Matilda, with meGeneral garland!Waltzing, Matilda, waltzing, MatildaYou come a-waltzing, Matilda, with melouis troisièmewho batting with the doggob scanIn a wardBack to myTo be cedInto that PeteralongYou'll never catch me alive said heAnd his ghost may be heardIf you pass by that pillar bongWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?Who'll come a-waltzing MatildaWho'll sing MatildaWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?And his ghost may be heardIf you pass by that pillar bongWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?Waltzing Matilda, waltzing MatildaWho'll come a-waltzing MatildaWith me?And his ghost may be heardIf you pass by that pillar bongWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?