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 heard the say
And I must be off in the morning, love, the sun does shine
To meet the shearers on the banks of the condamine.''

``oh willie, dearest willie, leave me here to mourn
make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born
For parting with you is like parting with me life
So stay and be a selector, love, and I will be wife.''

``oh nancy, dearest nancy, you know 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 hair and go along with you
I'll dress myself in men's attire and be a too
I'll and count your tally, love while, ringer, you will shine?
And I'll wash your greasy moleskins on the of the condamine.''

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

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