``oh hark! the dogs are barking, I can no longer stay
The men have all gone mustering, I heard the publican say
And I must be off in the morning, love, before the sun does shine
To meet the contract shearers on the banks of the condamine.
``oh willie, dearest willie, dont leave me here to mourn
Dont make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born
For parting with you willie is like parting with me life
So stay and be a selector, love, and I will be your wife.
``oh nancy, dearest nancy, you know that I must go
Old hallerand is expecting me, his shearing for to do
But while Im on the bogs, me love, Ill think of you with pride
And our shears they will go freely when Im on the whippin side.
``oh Ill cut off my yellow hair and go along with you
Ill dress myself in mens attire and be a shearer too
Ill cook and count your tally, love while, ringer, you will shine?
And Ill wash your greasy moleskins on the banks of the condamine.
``oh nancy, dearest nancy, you know that cant be so
The boss has given order, love, no woman shall do so
And your delicate constitutions not equal unto mine
To eat the ramstack mutton on the banks of the condamine.
But when the shearings over, love, Ill make you me wife
Ill take up a selection and Ill settle down for life
And when the days works over, love, and the evenings clear and fine
Ill tell of them sandy cobblers on the banks of the condamine.
