April 13, 2021

None of the ‘girt by sea’ wally codswallop, Banjo Paterson’s Waltzing Matilda ballad will always remain Australia’s true national anthem. It’s all about the Aussie Fair Go spirit.

Bugger the Whitlaming of Australia’s traditions.  The globalist anti White Australian bigot, Gough Whitlam in 1973 took it upon his arrogant Labor self to abandon Banjo for some PC crap written by a foreigner – Advance Australia Where? Give over!  White-anting Gough is gone now thank God while much of his harmful legacy requires unravelling – like all his mass immigration, multicultism and his hateful undermining of Traditional Australia.

Banjo Paterson wrote the lyrics to Waltzing Matilda while visiting Dagworth Station north-west of Winton in outback Queensland in 1895. He put the lyrics to an old Scottish folk tune that he heard station daughter Christina Macpherson play at the time.

And on this day we celebrate the 122nd anniversary of Aussie poet and nationalist Banjo Paterson first singing his Waltzing Matilda at the North Gregory Hotel in Winton back on this day Saturday evening April 6, 1895. We could always swap the Queens Birthday Holiday with a Banjo Paterson National Holiday.  The swagman’s ghost wouldn’t object.

And this painting by Desmond Digby captures the sentiment, even though Desmond was a Kiwi artist, but since when have Aussies minded about having a lend. Every true blue Aussie should have a copy and read it to their kids.  Suburbanite Australians cloistered in the cities need to get into the real outback to appreciate the true Traditional Australia.

While Banjo had many initial versions, these are the lyrics that have stuck and work with Australians.

WALTZING MATILDA

by A.B. “Banjo” Paterson

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

Along came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong,

Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
You’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 ’til his billy boiled,
Who’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me?

 Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred,

Down came the troopers, one, two, three,
Whose is that jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag? You’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 ’til his billy boiled, Who’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me?

Up jumped the swagman, leapt into the billabong,
You’ll never catch me alive, said he,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong,
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 ’til his billy boiled,
Who’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me?

 

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