by Banjo Patterson
Oh there once was a swagman camped in the billabongsUnder the shade of a Coolibah treeAnd he sang as he looked at the old billy boilingWho'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda my darlingWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with meWaltzing Matilda and leading a waterbagWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
Up came the jumbuck to drink at the waterholeUp jumped the swagman and grabbed him in gleeAnd he sang as he put hime away in the tuckerbagYou'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
Up came the squatter a-riding his thoroughbredUp came policemen one two threeWhose is the jumbuck you've got in the tuckerbag?You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
Up sprang the swagman and jumped in the waterholeDrowning himself by the CoolibahAnd his voice can be heard as it sings in the billabongsWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Oh, Mr. Sherman, I have drawn up a preliminary map with rough national bounderies. Map Making/Surveying was a skill I learned back in the Boy Scouts, so I think this will work.
Break it out and share oh tenderfoot!