Waltzing ANZAC Trail

Once a jolly swagman

camped by a billabong

Under the shade of a coolibah tree

But he traded his tuckerbag for a rifle in his hand

Sent off to the shores of Gallipoli (ahhh)

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Waltzing Matilda,

marching to the sea

And we sang as we watched and we waited in the sand

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Down came the soldiers,

marching down the peninsula

Up rode the cavalry,

brave ANZAC pride

And we stood in the trenches,

singing our final song

Passing the canteen

to the brother by our side (ohhh)

No billabong water

to cool our parched throats

Only the dust

and the heat of the bay

But the spirit of Paterson's

swagman remains

In the hearts of the ones who were taken away

And his ghost may be heard

as you pass by that billabong

Who'll come a-waltzing

Matilda with me? (hmms)