Waltzing Matilda

[Random_Australian]

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Inder the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited 'till his billy boiled,
'Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?'
And he sang as he watched and waited 'till his bill boiled,
'Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?'

Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.'
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbag,
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!'

Up rode the squatter, mounted in his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers: one, two, three
'Whose' that jolly jumbuck you've got in you tucker bag?'
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!'
'Whose' that jolly jumbuck you've got in you tucker bag?'
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!'

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!'
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!'

Edit; By A.B. "Banjo" Paterson

[tjwmason]

1. So when are you folk going to make that your national anthem.

I mean it's far better than Advance Australia Fair :hide:

[Random_Australian]

3. No need for the hide smilie, it won the vote for the national anthem.

The judges ruled it out though, so Advance won by default.

[MissHoneychurch]

2. I can almost sing along

but I rather not do it ....

[Random_Australian]

4. There needs to be some way of getting a recording so you can.

It is a wonderful song. (Given, it does involve stealing and suicide, but hey, what song doesn't?)

[MissHoneychurch]

6. I will try to download it

I am sure I will find it. But you still don't want to hear me sing along :hide:

[Random_Australian]

14. Oh well. Provided you can find the tune.

[Starbucks Anarchist]

5. I'm more familiar with Tom Waits' version.

[Random_Australian]

7. I have never heard of Tom Waits' - what is it?

[Starbucks Anarchist]

8. He's an American singer/songwriter.

In a song of his called "Tom Traubert's Blues," he uses the phrase "Waltzing Mathilda" in the chorus.

[Random_Australian]

9. For a second there, I thought you meant some Yank had sung our

song! I would have gone triple troppo berko!

[LordshipLadyship]

23. I actually know what you said

From reading 'The Thorn Birds' giggle


That song needs to have a translation for some of us anal minded yanks. Posting aussie crap like that. Why do you hate amurca? giggle

(I know what the terms mean, hee hee)

:hi:

I've heard a recording of it, I think online somewhere. I like tie me kangaroo down, too. (roo oppression! Mr. Ladyship says)

HEE HEE here's our freeper translation :

Once a jolly (what's he got to be jolly about, must be on something, they all are ) swagman camped by a billabong, (without paying fees, I bet, and damn it, we could be excavating for oil there, look a quail!) (shotgun blast) Damn wasn't a quail. Well who cares about a platypus anyway, they're obviously the result of a cross species perverted affair)
Inder the shade of a coolibah tree, (damn tree huggers, could be good lumber)
And he sang as he watched and waited 'till his billy boiled, (Dear GOD, cannibalism!!! Must be gay!!!)
'Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? (Did he even ASK the poor woman? A THREESOME? Oh God, save us from this treacherous terrorist!)
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?' (obviously he doesn't know when to shut up, commie lib bastard)
And he sang as he watched and waited 'till his bill boiled,
'Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?' (Not me, you pervert, I'm a good Christian, we aren't like that, we just cheat on our unequal wives and beat them) (excuse me..) (sound of lash) (yell) Quiet and take it like a good Christian woman! (whimper)

Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong, (right then, damn animal lovers, shoot it!! )
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee, (okay , that's the spirit, now hand it over need it for a trophy head in one of my fifteen homes I don't pay taxes for)
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag, (carries a bag!! GAY!! )
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.'
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbag,
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!' (see above comments)

Up rode the squatter, mounted in his thoroughbred, (DEAR GOD!! Sex with HORSES! Perversion, I tell you! Wait, got to get the camera...for my collectio--I mean for Ann coulter's files, damn 911 widows, what do they know? )
Down came the troopers: one, two, three (thank GOD, the MARINES at last! Simple fay, uh fie?! or is it simper pay? Who cares, I only read My Pet Goat like a PATRIOT!!!! Go TROOPS!!)
'Whose' that jolly jumbuck you've got in you tucker bag?' (probably OUR jumbuck, the dirty terrorist stole it!)
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!' (as if a lib could waltz properly! Damn gays!
'Whose' that jolly jumbuck you've got in you tucker bag?' (Not even good American Louis Vuitton, can you believe that commie gay?)
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!' (etc etc)

Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong, (right, nudity and polluting the lake with dirt instead of good Christian corporation chemicals!!! Wait, nude, (squee!) get my camera..)
'You'll never catch me alive!' said he; Suits me, you lousy commie gay bastard!!! (gets out shotgun) BANG!!! Damn it Cheney, I didn't get in a shot-OW!! Sorry sir, for bleeding on your all occasion sports jacket, comes in handy for attending silly Holocaust remembrance occasions..)
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong, (GHOST? Sure it wasn't Pickles and those Botox shots again?)
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!'
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong, (As if, I only vacation in good AMERICAN spots like Dubai HILTON!!! BLESS hotels!!!)
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!' Yeah yeah yeah! God bless Amurica!!! Honey, turn on that Bush appearance again, we'll show those uppity female mexicans! And get me a FOSTERS!!! Damn Good AMERICAN beer, (imagine that country saying THEY make it. Commies.) And did Dolorez (she's a REPUBLICAN illegal alien, praise her, GOD! send my silk amuracan flag shorts that have Praise the Divine President Bush embroidered on them (by child labor ) to the dry cleaners yet?

(the above was not necessarily the true beliefs of we two contented, happily troppo commie bastard libs in the Ladyship house, well apartment hold. Hug a tree and a gay. They're good for America. Lounge FITZ adoration and Pet threads FOREVER!!!!)

The Ladyships :hi: :evilgrin:

[riona]

10. We used to sing that

in elementary school. At the time, we had no clue what it was about.

[Random_Australian]

11. Really? Are you from Bazzaland?

[riona]

12. New England

jeez!
:patriot:

[Random_Australian]

13. Which New England? Why were you singing WM there if not in Aus?

[riona]

15. In those days

our music teacher taught us all kinds of songs (some of which would be considered REALLY politically incorrect today). To give you an example of how things have changed - the school used to hang streamers from the flagpoll on "May Day" for us to "dance" around. Wouldn't the fundies love that?!

[kwassa]

16. Tie me kangaroo down, sport!

There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying,
and he gets himself up on one elbow,
and he turns to his mates,
who are gathered 'round him and he says:


Watch me wallabys feed mate.
Watch me wallabys feed.
They're a dangerous breed mate.
So watch me wallabys feed.
Altogether now!


Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.


Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl,
keep me cockatoo cool.
Don't go acting the fool, Curl,
just keep me cockatoo cool.
Altogether now!


Take me koala back, Jack,
take me koala back.
He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac,
so take me koala back.
Altogether now!


Let me Abos go loose, Lou, *
let me Abos go loose.
They're of no further use, Lou,
so let me Abos go loose.
Altogether now!


Mind me platypus duck, Bill,
mind me platypus duck.
Don't let him go running amok, Bill,
mind me platypus duck.
Altogether now!


Play your digeridoo, Blue,
play your digeridoo.
Keep playing 'til I shoot thro' Blue,
play your digerydoo.
Altogether now!


Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred,
tan me hide when I'm dead.
So we tanned his hide when he died Clyde,
(Spoken) And that's it hanging on the shed.
Altogether now!

[Gormy Cuss]

25. "Watch me wallabys feed. They're a dangerous breed mate."

I learned this song and Waltzing Matilda as a child in Maine (that's OUR New England,mate.) Tie me Kangaroo down became an earworm when I was living in Boston and a wallaby escaped from the Stone Zoo. The wallaby made his way into the nearby Middlesex Fells park and eluded capture for days.

[Orsino]

17. You're scaring me...

...since today's the day we were warned to expect nuke strikes on Iran.

On The Beach, anyone?

[Random_Australian]

18. I'M scaring you? WHAT ABOUT BUSH??????????

:D

Another one: "God 'elp me, I was only nineteen."

[Strong Atheist]

19. .

:hi:

[Random_Australian]

21. erm, hello. Does that arm never tire?

[Vidar]

20. Tie me kangaroo down, sport

There's an old Australian stockman - lying, dying...
And he gets himself up onto one elbow
And turns to his mates who are all gathered around
And he says....

I'm going, Blue; this you gotta do,
I'm not gonna pull through, Blue, so this you gotta do . . .

Chorus:
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down.

Watch me wallabies feed, mate
Watch me wallabies feed.
They're a dangerous breed, mate
So, watch me wallabies feed.

(chorus)

Let me wombats go loose, Bruce,
Let me wombats go loose.
They're of no further use, Bruce,
So let me wombats go lose.

(chorus)

Keep me cockatoo cool, curl
Keep me cockatoo cool.
Don't go actin' the fool, curl
Just keep me cockatoo cool.

(chorus)

Take me koala back, Jack
Take me koala back.
He lives somewhere out on the track, Mack
So, take me koala back.

(chorus)

Mind me platypus duck, Bill
Mind me platypus duck.
Don't let him go running amuck, Bill
Just, mind me platypus duck.

(chorus)

Play your digeridoo, Blue
Play your digeridoo.
(Dying) Like, keep playing it 'til I shoot through, Blue
Play your digeridoo.

(chorus)

Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred
Tan me hide when I'm dead.
So, we tanned his hide, when he died, Clyde
And that's it hangin' on the shed.

[Random_Australian]

22. Whatever, kwassa.

[seemunkee]

24. And the band played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?

[Random_Australian]

26. That is one of the great anti-war songs of all time, IMO.

[Monk06]

27. OK Random_Australian you've been holdin back long enough...

I want some footy stories.

[Random_Australian]

29. Tough, Ausse footy is waaaay to hardcore for American pansies.

Actually, now I think about it, Americans play with padding :rofl::rofl:

[KitchenWitch]

28. And the band played Waltzing Matilda

Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said, "Son,
It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,
And they marched me away to the war.

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli.

And how well I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the sand and the water;
And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well;
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell --
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
When we stopped to bury our slain,
Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.

And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire.
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead --
Never knew there was worse things than dying.

For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda,"
All around the green bush far and free --
To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me.

So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.

But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,
Then they turned all their faces away.

And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Reviving old dreams of past glory,
And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore,
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask meself the same question.

But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda.
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong,
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?