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Clancy of the Overflow
Poem by A B "Banjo" Paterson
Music: Wallis and Matilda
Pioneers (1981)
https://youtu.be/qghnx1o5gJ4

[Verse 1]
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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]
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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]
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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]
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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’

    

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