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 be off in the morning, love, before the sun does shine
To the contract shearers on the banks of the condamine.''

``oh willie, dearest willie, don't me here to mourn
Don't me curse and rue the day that ever 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.''

nancy, dearest 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, think of you with pride
And our shears they will go freely when I'm on the side.''

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

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

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