| Me and Matilda, we led a good life
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| Done it together as husband and wife
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| Bush dances and parties and everyone saw
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| Me and Matilda, the belle of the ball
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| The rustle of satin, the gold in her hair
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| With the orchestra playing the old Irish air
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| For me and Matilda the party was o’er
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| When the banker foreclosed and showed us the door
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| We shouldered our swags and the black billycan
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| Went waltzing away with the poor of the land
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| The butcherbirds sang as we went down the track
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| The campfire, billabong somewhere outback
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| Oh, you should have seen us, Matilda and me
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| Dining on damper and black billy tea
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| And the squatters, God bless ‘em, they treated us grand
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| Fed us on mutton, the fat of the land
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| Mutton and damper and black billy tea
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| What more do we want, my Matilda and me
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| Me and Matilda, we parted one day
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| I laid her to rest and went on my way
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| But never alone, but there by my side
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| She was waltzing along, the ghost of my bride
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| We’ll go on waltzing, Matilda and me
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| Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me |