| lyric | Ref.: Matilda, Matilda, Matilda,
she take my money and run Venezuela.
1. Five thousand dollars, freind I lost.
Woman, even take me cart and hoss.
2. Well the money was just inside my bed.
STuck up in the pillow beneath my head.
3. Wee, me frineds never to love again.
All me money gone in vain. |