THE THREE DROVERS
Across the plains one Christmas night,
Three drovers riding blythe and gay,
Looked up and saw a starry light,
More radiant than the Milky Way;
And on their hearts such wonder fell,
They sang with joy “Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel!”
The air was dry with summer heat,
And smoke was on the yellow moon;
But from the heavens, faint and sweet,
Came floating down a wond’rous tune;
And, as they heard, they sang full-well, those drovers three –
“Noel! Noel!”
The black swans flew across the sky,
The wild dog called across the plain.
The starry lustre blazed on high,
Still echoed on the heavenly strain;
And still they sang “Noel! Noel!”
Those drovers three, “Noel! Noel!”
