Luyện nghe bài hát On The Banks of The Condamine

``oh hark! the dogs are barking, I can no 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 shearers on the 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 willie is like with me life
So stay and be a selector, love, and I will be wife.''

``oh nancy, dearest nancy, you know that I go
Old hallerand is me, his shearing for to do
But while I'm on the bogs, me love, I'll think of you pride
And our they will 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 attire and be a too
I'll cook and count your tally, love while, ringer, you shine?
And wash your greasy moleskins on the banks of the condamine.''

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

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