<h2> Clancy of the Overflow </h2>
<p>I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better<br/>
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,<br/>
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,<br/>
Just 'on spec', addressed as follows, 'Clancy, of The Overflow'.<br/>
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And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,<br/>
(And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)<br/>
'Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:<br/>
'Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are.'<br/>
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. . . . .<br/>
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In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy<br/>
Gone a-droving 'down the Cooper' where the Western drovers go;<br/>
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,<br/>
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.<br/>
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And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him<br/>
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,<br/>
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,<br/>
And at night the wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars.<br/>
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. . . . .<br/>
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I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy<br/>
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,<br/>
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city<br/>
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all<br/>
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And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle<br/>
Of the tramways and the 'buses making hurry down the street,<br/>
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,<br/>
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.<br/>
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And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me<br/>
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,<br/>
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,<br/>
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.<br/>
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And I somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,<br/>
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,<br/>
While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal —<br/>
But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of 'The Overflow'.<br/></p>
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