Sandy Denny - On The Banks Of The Condamine Lyrics
``oh hark! the dogs are barking, I can no longer stayThe men have all gone mustering, I heard the publican sayAnd I must be off in the morning, love, before the sun does shineTo meet the contract shearers on the banks of the condamine.``oh willie, dearest willie, dont leave me here to mournDont make me curse and rue the day that ever I was bornFor parting with you willie is like parting with me lifeSo stay and be a selector, love, and I will be your wife.``oh nancy, dearest nancy, you know that I must goOld hallerand is expecting me, his shearing for to doBut while Im on the bogs, me love, Ill think of you with prideAnd our shears they will go freely when Im on the whippin side.``oh Ill cut off my yellow hair and go along with youIll dress myself in mens attire and be a shearer tooIll 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 soThe boss has given order, love, no woman shall do soAnd your delicate constitutions not equal unto mineTo eat the ramstack mutton on the banks of the condamine.But when the shearings over, love, Ill make you me wifeIll take up a selection and Ill settle down for lifeAnd when the days works over, love, and the evenings clear and fineIll tell of them sandy cobblers on the banks of the condamine.
