Luyện nghe bài hát On The Banks of The Condamine

``oh hark! the dogs are barking, I can no stay
The men all gone mustering, I heard the publican say
And I must be off in the morning, love, before the sun does
To meet the contract shearers on the of the condamine.''

``oh willie, dearest willie, don't leave me here to
Don't me curse and rue the day that ever I was born
For with you willie is like parting with me life
So and be a selector, love, and I will be your wife.''

``oh nancy, dearest nancy, you that I must go
Old is expecting me, his shearing for to do
But while I'm on the bogs, me love, I'll think of you pride
And our shears they will go freely I'm on the whippin' side.''

I'll cut off my yellow hair and go along with you
I'll dress myself in men's attire and be a too
I'll cook and count your tally, while, ringer, you will shine?
And I'll wash your greasy on the banks of the condamine.''

``oh nancy, dearest nancy, you that can't be so
The boss has given order, love, no shall do so
And your constitution's not equal unto mine
To eat the mutton on the banks of the condamine.

But when the shearing's over, love, make you me wife
I'll take up a and I'll settle down for life
And when the day's work's over, love, and the evening's and fine
I'll tell of them sandy cobblers on the of the condamine.''