``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.ââ
``oh willie, dearest willie, donât leave me here to mourn
Donât 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.ââ
``oh nancy, dearest nancy, you know that I must go
Old hallerand is expecting me, his shearing for to do
But while Iâm on the bogs, me love, Iâll think of you with pride
And our shears they will go freely when Iâm on the whippinâ side.ââ
``oh Iâll cut off my yellow hair and go along with you
Iâll dress myself in menâs attire and be a shearer too
Iâll cook and count your tally, love while, ringer, you will shine?
And Iâll wash your greasy moleskins on the banks of the condamine.ââ
``oh nancy, dearest nancy, you know that canât be so
The boss has given order, love, no woman shall do so
And your delicate constitutionâs not equal unto mine
To eat the ramstack mutton on the banks of the condamine.
But when the shearingâs over, love, Iâll make you me wife
Iâll take up a selection and Iâll settle down for life
And when the dayâs workâs over, love, and the eveningâs clear and fine
Iâll tell of them sandy cobblers on the banks of the condamine.ââ
