Union Songs
Clancy and Dooley and Don McLeod
A poem by Dorothy Hewett©Dorothy Hewett 1946
Clancy and Dooley and Don McLeod
Walked by the wurlies when the wind was loud,
And their voice was new as the fresh sap running,
And we keep on fighting and we keep on coming.Don McLeod beat at a mulga bush
And a lot of queer things came out in a rush.
Like mongrel dogs with their flattened tail
They sneaked him off to the Hedland jail.In the big black jail where the moonlight fell
Clancy and Dooley sat in the cell.
In the big white court crammed full with hate
They said, "We wouldn't scab on a mate."In the great hot quiet they said it loud
And smiled in the eyes of Don McLeod,
And the working-men all over the land
Heard what they shouted and shook their hand.The sheep's wool dragged and the squatters swore
And talked nice words till their tongues got sore
And their bellies swelled with so much lies
But the blackfellers shooed them off like flies.The sheep got lost on the squatters' run.
The shearing season was nearly done.
Said the squatters eaten up with greed,
" We'll pay good wages and give good feed."The blackfellers sheared the wool and then
Got their wages like working-men.
The squatters' words were stiff and sore,
" We won't pay wages like that no more."The white boss said-STAY OUT OF TOWN,
And they ground with their boots to keep us down.
" We'll starve them out until they crawl
Back on their bellies, we'll starve 'em all."The sun was blood on the bare sheep-runs,
The women whispered, "They'll come with guns."
But we marched to our camp, and our step was proud,
And we sat down there and we laughed out loud.Clancy arid Dooley and Don McLeod,
Walked by the wurlies when the wind was loud.
And their voice was new as the fresh sap running,
And we keep on fighting and we keep on coming.Don McLeod beat at a mulga bush
And a lot of queer things came out in a rush.
Like mongrel dogs with their flattened tail
They sneaked him off to the Hedland jail.The young men marched down the road like thunder
Kicked up the dust and padded it under.
They marched into town like a whirlwind cloud
OPEN UP THE JAIL AND LET OUT DON McLEOD.The squatters are riding round in the night Crying,
" Load up your guns and creep out quiet.
Let's teach these niggers that they can't rob
The big white bosses of thirty bob."Our young men are hunters, our old men make songs
And the words of our people are whiplashed with wrongs
In the tribes of our country they sing, and are proud
Of the Pilbarra men and the white man, McLeod.Our voice is lightning all over the land
And we clench up our fists on the sweat of our hands
For the voice of the workers is thundering loud
FIGHT WITH CLANCY AND DOOLEY AND DON McLEOD.Don McLeod beat at a mulga bush
And a lot of queer things came out in a rush.
Like mangy dogs with their flattened tail
They sneaked him off to the Hedland jail.But Clancy and Dooley and Don McLeod
Walk by the wurlies when the wind is loud.
And their voice is new as the fresh sap running,
And we keep on fighting and we keep on coming.
Notes
Many thanks to Merv Lilley for permission to add this poem to the Union Songs collection. It was published in What About The People a collection of poems by Dorothy Hewett and Merv Lilley published by the National Council of the Realist Writers in 1963
Clancy and Dooley and Don McLeod was printed with the following note:
[On May Day, 1946, in the PIbarra District in the Nor-West of Western Australia, 800 Aborigine station hands struck for 30 bob a week and the right to organise. Their leaders, the white man Don McLeod, and two Aborigines, Clancy McKenna and Dooley, were arrested and convicted. But pressure through the Labour Movement and the United Nations brought their release. The Aborigines formed their own co-operative which endures to this day. (e.g. See Donald Stuart's novel, "Yandy.").]
union songs..........a selection by mark gregory