A POPULAR BUSH SONG.
A bush poem entitled "Waltzing Matil- da" is all the rage here just now, says the "N.Q. Herald," and some clever fellow has managed to fit the quaint trifle with an exceedingly catchy air. "Waltzing Matil-
da," it may be explained for the benefit of the uninitiated means the same thing as "Humping Bluey," otherwise carrying a swag, and jumbuck, as most people are aware, means in blackfellow's lingo a sheep. The music of the song has not been printed yet, but that omission will be rectified shortly. WALTZING MATILDA. Once a jolly swagman camped on a billa- bong, Under the shade of a coolibah tree; And he sang as he watched his old billy boiling— "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me." Chorus. Waltzing Matilda, Matilda, my darling, You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me; And he sang as he watched his old billy boiling— "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me." Down came a jumbuck to drink at the waterhole, Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee; And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker bag— "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me." Down came the squatter riding a thorough- bred, Down came the p'licemen, one, two, and three, Whose is the jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag? "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me." Up jumped the swagman, sprang into the waterhole, Drowning himself 'neath the coolibah tree; And his ghost can be heard as he sings through the billabong— "You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."
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