Though the title of the song sounds like it’s about a dance with someone named Matilda, it’s actually born of an Australian style of poetry called a “bush ballad”—slang in the country for traveling on ...

“That’s a nice song,” I said. I was shooting whiskey with rogue warriors from Australia in a makeshift bar in the dusty Vietnamese village of Phuoc Tuy. “Thanks mate! It’s our national anthem,” Capt.

BRISBANE, Australia — Of all the sounds that might charm an ear on a sidewalk at a pub window near a midnight, here came a ripper. It flowed from inside a half-full bar called the Cauldron, up the ...