Caving Matilda

To be sung to the tune of "Waltzing Matilda".

Once a jolly caver camped down by a swallet hole, Under the shade of an old rowan tree,
And he sang as he tied his ladder to a stalagmite, "Who'll come a caving Matilda with me?"

"Caving Matilda, caving Matilda, Who'll come a caving Matilda with me?"
And he sang as he tied his ladder to a stalagmite "Who'll come a caving Matilda with me?"

Deep beneath the surface, far inside a bedding plane, Where oh where can the way on be,
And he sang as he listened to the murmur of the waterfall, "Who'll come a caving Matilda with me?"

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Up popped a cloud burst, flooded down that swallet hole Down into the bedding plane, a turf brown sea,
And he sang as the water flowed into the bedding plane, "Who'll come a caving Matilda with me?"

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Up drove the rescue, seated in an ambulance, Out jumped the wardens, one, two and three,
And they sang as they sat and they waited for the sun to shine "Who'll come a caving Matilda with me?"

Caving Matilda, etc

Deep beneath the surface, far inside that bedding plane, There lies a caver, ne'er to be seen,
And you might hear him singing, should you wander by that swallet hole, "Who'll come a caving Matilda with me?"

"Caving Matilda, caving Matilda, Who'll come a caving Matilda with me?"
And he sang as he tied his ladder to a stalagmite "Who'll come a caving Matilda with me?"