Well I'm just a song writer working my trade.
I Carry a swag full of tunes that I've made and if you've got the time, I'll sing you a song.
You are red dirt, meeting ocean, you are harbour in the dawn, you are Bondi's rolling breakers, across the oceans you'll call me home.
You are Gum Tree's, Cicada symphonies, you're the muster on the pentecost, you are Kakadus, Summer thunder, a dreaming place under the Southern Cross.
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me? Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me?
You're the campfire by the River Gums, you're the convict and the refugee, you're the bush kid from Kapunda, on the beaches of Gallipoli.
You're the battler, you're fair dinkum. You are old mates wrinkled smiles.
You're a mother calling her children, you're a Koori lullaby.
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me? Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me?
(Bridge Played Here)
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me? Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me?
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me? Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda? Waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda with me?

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