Three Drovers

Across the plains one Christmas night

Three drovers riding blithe 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!'

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!

Noel! 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!

Noel! Noel! Noel!'