Oh, there once was a wombat camped in the billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling,
Who'll come a-waltzing Yaminon with me?

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Who'll come a-waltzing Yaminon my darling,
Who'll come a-waltzing Yaminon with me?
Waltzing Yaminon and leading a waterbag,
Who'll come a-waltzing Yaminon with me?

Down came the Yaminon to drink at the water-hole,
Up jumped the wombat and bade to come to tea,
And he sang as he handed him a hot cuppa from his tucker-bag,
You'll come a-waltzing Yaminon with me.

Up came the Squatter a-ridding his thoroughbred,
Up came Policemen - one, two and three,
Whose is that Yaminon you've got 'cross from you with tea,
You'll come a-waltzing Yaminon with me.

The wombat he up and he jumped in the water-hole,
Drowning himself by the coolibah tree,
And his ghost may be heard as it sings by the billabong,
Who'll come a-waltzing Yaminon with me?