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Clancy Of The OverflowBy Banjo PatersonI 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:`Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't 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 drover's 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 wond'rous 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 I'd 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 he'd suit the office, Clancy, of `The Overflow'.Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphySubscribe to us on ITUNES, STITCHER, SPOTIFY, RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice.Find us on FACEBOOK, TWITTER or INSTAGRAM.  See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Clancy Of The OverflowBy Banjo PatersonI had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, 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: `Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are.'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 foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over allAnd in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle Of 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 me As 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 I'd 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 he'd suit the office, Clancy, of `The Overflow'.<a href="https://thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphy" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphy</a>Subscribe to us on<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/au/podcast/glass-of-whine/id1434970940" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> ITUNES</a>, <a href="https://www.stitcher.com/s?fid=229046&amp;refid=stpr" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">STITCHER</a>, <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/197nZ8UzMc0FM4e5rRYOqG?si=B5W6Moj-QYK1IMoS7c0JOg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">SPOTIFY</a>, <a href="https://radiopublic.com/castology-6nB101" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">RADIOPUBLIC</a> or your <a href="https://www.thatsnotcanonproductions.com/castologypodcast?format=rss" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">podcatcher of choice</a>.Find us on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/castology" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">FACEBOOK</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/castology" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">TWITTER </a>or <a href="https://www.instagram.com/castologypodcast" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">INSTAGRAM</a>. See <a href="https://acast.com/privacy" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" target="_blank">acast.com/privacy</a> for privacy and opt-out information.

Clancy of the Overflow - Banjo Patterson, read by Dom Guilfoyle

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe ShelleyI met a traveler from an antique land,Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;And on the pedestal, these words appear:My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal Wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.”Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphySubscribe to us on ITUNES, STITCHER, SPOTIFY, RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice.Find us on FACEBOOK, TWITTER or INSTAGRAM.  See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe ShelleyI met a traveler from an antique land,Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;And on the pedestal, these words appear:My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal Wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.”<a href="https://thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphy" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphy</a>Subscribe to us on<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/au/podcast/glass-of-whine/id1434970940" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> ITUNES</a>, <a href="https://www.stitcher.com/s?fid=229046&amp;refid=stpr" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">STITCHER</a>, <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/197nZ8UzMc0FM4e5rRYOqG?si=B5W6Moj-QYK1IMoS7c0JOg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">SPOTIFY</a>, <a href="https://radiopublic.com/castology-6nB101" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">RADIOPUBLIC</a> or your <a href="https://www.thatsnotcanonproductions.com/castologypodcast?format=rss" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">podcatcher of choice</a>.Find us on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/castology" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">FACEBOOK</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/castology" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">TWITTER </a>or <a href="https://www.instagram.com/castologypodcast" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">INSTAGRAM</a>. See <a href="https://acast.com/privacy" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" target="_blank">acast.com/privacy</a> for privacy and opt-out information.

Ozymandias - Percy Bysshe Shelley, read by Dom Guilfoyle

This week we chat with Dom about which of life's truths can be gleaned from That classic Gilbert and Sullivan show - The Mikado!- FURTHER READING -WikiIMDb - 1939, 1967, 1983, 1996iTunesSpotifyLike us on Facebook! Follow us on Twitter! Support us on Patreon!Email us: musicalstaughtmepodcast@gmail.comVisit our home on the web thatsnotcanonproductions.comOur theme song and interstitial music all by the one and only Benedict Braxton Smith. Find out more about him at www.benedictbraxtonsmith.com Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/musicals-taught-me-everything-i-know. Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/musicals-taught-me-everything-i-know. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week we chat with Dom about which of life's truths can be gleaned from That classic Gilbert and Sullivan show - The Mikado!- FURTHER READING -<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mikado" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Wiki</a>IMDb - <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0031650/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">1939</a>, <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0061973/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">1967</a>, <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0184735/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">1983</a>, <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0187285/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">1996</a><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/au/album/the-mikado/524066997" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">iTunes</a><a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/0QDskYFxX8znmahGrlWfzq" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Spotify</a>Like us on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Musicals-Taught-Me-Everything-I-Know-101483520505989" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Facebook</a>! Follow us on <a href="https://twitter.com/musicalsteachme" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Twitter</a>! Support us on <a href="https://www.patreon.com/user?u=7050235" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Patreon</a>!Email us: musicalstaughtmepodcast@gmail.comVisit our home on the web <a href="http://www.thatsnotcanonproductions.com/mtmeik/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">thatsnotcanonproductions.com</a>Our theme song and interstitial music all by the one and only Benedict Braxton Smith. Find out more about him at <a href="http://www.benedictbraxtonsmith.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">www.benedictbraxtonsmith.com</a> Support this show <a href="http://supporter.acast.com/musicals-taught-me-everything-i-know" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">http://supporter.acast.com/musicals-taught-me-everything-i-know</a>. Support this show <a href="http://supporter.acast.com/musicals-taught-me-everything-i-know" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">http://supporter.acast.com/musicals-taught-me-everything-i-know</a>. Hosted on Acast. See <a href="https://acast.com/privacy" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" target="_blank">acast.com/privacy</a> for more information.