Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong, 

You'll never catch me alive, said he, 

And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,

you'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me.



Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me

His ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong, 

You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me.

Oh, you'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me.

 

I was dancing with my darling
To the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see

 

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street,
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by.

Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk.
Laces for a lady; letters for a spy,
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

 

The wall
Comes tumbling down

 

See them tumbling down,
Pledging their love to the ground,
Lonely, but free, I'll be found,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

 

They call me the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around and round and round and round

 

Wherever I wander, wherever I roam,
I couldn't be fonder, of my big home.

 

I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home
Where my thoughts escaping
Home
Where my music's playing
Home
Where my love lies waiting silently for me

 

Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

 

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry

 

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey,
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away.

 

The future's so bright
I gotta wear shades

 

Skumps! Skumps! A toast to this night
When the outlook is rosy
But the future is bright
Our children will marry
Our kingdoms unite
Skumps! Skumps! Skumps!

Skumps! Skumps! A toast to the home
One grander by far than a palace in Rome
Let me fill up your glass
That glass was all foam
Skumps! Skumps! Skumps!

 

A toast to the host of those who boast
The Army Air Corps!

 

Call out the navy, call out the ranks,
Call out the air force, call out the tanks,
From the cliffs of Dover, call up the gulls,
And don’t forget the loyal territorials!

 

Hey, I just met you and this is crazy
But here's my number, so call me maybe

 

And all the other boys try to chase me,
but here's my number,
so call me maybe

 

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine;
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

 

White coral bells
Upon a slender stalk
Lilies of the valley deck the garden walk
Oh don't you wish
That you could hear them ring
That will happen only when the fairies sing

 

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way.

 

For whom the bell tolls...

Time marches on!

 

Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping
Into the future

 

You know the nearer your destination the more you're slip-sliding away.

 

Look at these people, amazing how sheep will show up for the slaughter...
No one condemning you, lined up like lemmings you led to the water...
Why can’t they see what I see? Why can’t they hear the lies?
Maybe the fee’s too pricey for them to realize
Your disguise is slipping, I think you’re slipping...

 

I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!)
Where roaring on the ledges the summer ground-swell rolled;
I heard them lift the chorus that dropped the breakers' song -
The beaches of Lukannon - two million voices strong!

The song of pleasant stations beside the salt lagoons,
The song of blowing squadrons that shuffled down the dunes,
The song of midnight dances that churned the sea to flame -
The beaches of Lukannon -- before the sealers came!

I met my mates in the morning (I'll never meet them more!);
They came and went in legions that darkened all the shore.
And through the foam-flecked offing as far as voice could reach
We hailed the landing-parties and we sang them up the beach.

The beaches of Lukannon - the winter-wheat so tall -
The dripping, crinkled lichens, and the sea-fog drenching all!
The platforms of our playground, all shining smooth and worn!
The beaches of Lukannon -- the home where we were born!

I meet my mates in the morning, a broken, scattered band.
Men shoot us in the water and club us on the land;
Men drive us to the Salt House like silly sheep and tame,
And still we sing Lukannon - before the sealers came.

Wheel down, wheel down to southward; oh, Gooverooska go!
And tell the Deep-Sea Viceroys! the story of our woe;
Ere, empty as the shark's egg the tempest flings ashore,
The beaches of Lukannon shall know their sons no more!