Waltzing Mathilda, Countdown Kids
Once a jolly swagman camped beside a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited ‘til his billy boiled
«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 watched and waited ‘til his billy boiled
«You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?»
Down came a jumbuck to drink from 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
«You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me»
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
«You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me».
Down rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three,
«Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?»
«You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me».
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
«You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me»
«Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?»,
«You’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,
«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 the billabong,
«You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?»
joder tio, a parte, de quejarte y apartarte qué cojones haces tu por cambiar la situación?, escribir este blog, pues bien, así nunca saldras de tu eterno circulo de contradicciones
Pues respondí a esto, hace tiempo (aquí). No sé si te sirve. Respecto a lo de cambiar el mundo, reconozco hacer poco, aunque cada vez paso más de él.
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