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

``oh willie, dearest willie, don't leave me to mourn
Don't make me curse and rue the day 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.''

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

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

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

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