There once was a jolly swagman, camped by a billabong.
under the shade of a coolibah tree
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled, [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me!”

Waltzing matilda, matilda my darlin’. [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me.
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled, [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me!”

Down came a jumbuck, to drink at the billabong.
Up got the swagman and grabbed him with glee.
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tuckerbag, [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me!”

Waltzing matilda, matilda my darlin’. [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me.
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tuckerbag, [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me!”

Down came the squatter, mounted on his thorough bred.
Up came the troopers 1, 2, 3!
Where’s the jolly jumbuck, you’ve got in your tucker bag? [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me!”

Waltzing matilda, matilda my darlin’. [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me.
Where’s the jolly jumbuck, you’ve got in your tucker bag? [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me!”

Up got the swaggie and jumped into the billabong.
“You’ll never catch me alive!” said he.
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong, [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me!”

Waltzing matilda, matilda my darlin’. [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me.
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong, [bad word] a-waltzing matilda with me!”