Luyện nghe bài hát On The Banks of The Condamine

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

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

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

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

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

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