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 In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
 * Gone a-droving 'down the Cooper' where the Western drovers go;

As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
 * For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
 * In 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 wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars.

I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
 * Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,

And the fœtid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
 * Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all