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Once a jolly swagman camped beside a billabong,
Under the shade of a
coolibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited while his billy boiled,
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
CHORUS
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
Who'll come
a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And he sang as he sat and waited while his billy
boiled,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
Down came a jumpbuck to drink at the billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and
grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he stowed that jumback in his
tuckerbag,
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
Up came the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred
Down came the troopers
- one, two, three,
"Where's that jolly jumpbuck you've got in your
tuckerbag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me"
Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong,
"You'll never take
me alive!", said he.
And his ghost may be heard as you pass beside that
billabong,
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
Out of my window looking in the night,
I can see the barges' flickering
light.
Silently flows the river to the sea,
As the barges do go
silently.
CHORUS
Barges, I would like to go with you,
I would like to
sail the ocean blue.
Barges, have you treasure in your hold,
Do you
fight with pirates brave and bold.
Out of my window looking in the night,
I can see the barges flickering
light.
Starboard shines green and port is glowing red,
I can see the
barges far ahead.
How my heart longs to sail away with you,
As you sail across the ocean
blue.
But I must stay beside my ocean clear,
As I watch you sail away
from here.
Away from my window on into the night,
I will watch til they are out of
sight.
Taking their cargo far across the sea,
I wish that someday they'd
take me.
Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is older here, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains,
blowing like a breeze
Country road, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia,
Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads
All my memories gather round her,
Miners lady, stranger to blue water,
Dark and dusty painted on the sky,
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in
my eye
Country road...
I hear a voice in the morning, how she calls me
Radio reminds me of my
home far away
Driving down the road I get the feeling
that I should have
been home yesterday, yesterday
Country road...