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, the sun does shine
To meet the contract shearers on the of the condamine.''

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

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

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

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

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