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Clancy of the Overflow
Poem by A B "Banjo" Paterson
Music: Wallis and Matilda
Pioneers (1981)
[Verse 1]
G C G
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
C G D
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
C G
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
D D G
Just ‘on spec’, addressed as follows, ‘Clancy, of The Overflow’.
[Verse 2]
G C G
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
C G D
(And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)
C G
’Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:
D C G
‘Clancy’s gone to Queensland droving, and we don’t know where he are.’
[Verse 3]
G C G
In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
C G D
Gone a-droving ‘down the Cooper’ where the Western drovers go;
C G
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
D C G
For the drover’s life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.
[Verse 4]
G C G
And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
C G D
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
C G
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
D C G
And at night the wond’rous glory of the everlasting stars.
[Verse 5]
G C G
I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
C G D
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
C G
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
D C G
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all
[Verse 6]
G C G
And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
C G D
Of the tramways and the ‘buses making hurry down the street,
C G
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,
D C G
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.
[Verse 7]
G C G
And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
C G D
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
C G
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
D C G
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.
[Verse 8]
G C G
And I somehow rather fancy that I’d like to change with Clancy,
C G D
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
C G
While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal...
D C G
But I doubt he’d suit the office, Clancy, of ‘The Overflow’