| Now I’ve met mates who have been around,
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| To different states and many towns
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| I’ve sat and listened to the tales they have to tell
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| But my world ends at the boundary gate,
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| A horse and dog are my only mates
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| And I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell
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| No I wouldn’t change places with any of you,
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| And I’m never troubled with the lovesick blues
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| And I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell
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| Well I carry my gear on my old packhorse;
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| Make my camp by the watercourse
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| As the full moon rises I love the dingoes yell
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| Oh with the tall trees sighin' in the lazy breeze
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| I go to sleep with my mind at ease
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| Till I wake to the ring of the Condamine horsebell
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| No I wouldn’t change places with any of you,
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| And I’m never troubled with the lovesick blues
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| And I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell
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| When the sun is shinin' like a ball of flame,
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| Heatwaves dancin' on the hazy plain
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| I boil my old quartpot and have a spell
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| As I jog along I love to sing
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| A happy song to the jingle and ring
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| Of the hobbles chains and the Condamine horsebell
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| No I wouldn’t change places with any of you,
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| And I’m never troubled with the lovesick blues
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| And I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell
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| No I wouldn’t change places with any of you,
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| And I’m never troubled with the lovesick blues
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| And I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell
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| Yes I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell |