Clancy Of The Overflow I had written him a letter which I had, for want of betterKnowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,Just `on spec, addressed as follows, `Clancy, of The Overflow.And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,(And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:`Clancys gone to Queensland droving, and we dont know where he are.In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of ClancyGone a-droving `down the Cooper where the Western drovers go;As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,For the drovers life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet himIn the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingyRay of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty cityThrough the open window floating, spreads its foulness over allAnd in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattleOf the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street,And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt meAs they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.And I somehow rather fancy that Id like to change with Clancy,Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal --But I doubt hed suit the office, Clancy, of `The Overflow.More Banjo Paterson poems recorded by Wallis and MatildaIn 1897, long after he had given up droving, the real Clancy of the Overflow- Thomas Gerald Clancy- penned a verse of his own. Read Clancys Reply... Wallis and Matilda
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