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Christ Was Born In A Shearing Shed

The shearers were shearing at Bethlehem,

The men were all at the shed,

When a swagman asked for shelter of them,

For his wife on an ass he led.

The rep. looked him over, his head on one side,

Like an emu out in the scrub,

When the stranger said his wife was denied

Accommodation at the pub.



The girl was pregnant. Ah, what was the use,

Us blokes we could read the signs:

They'd kicked her out when she couldn't produce

Respectable marriage lines.

Well, that was all right. Why, every tramp,

White, or yellow, or black,

Was welcome to meals and a place to camp

In the shearing sheds outback.



The presser he dragged out a butt of wool

To the cosiest nook in the shed;

"Here, grab 'youseselves' a pack a piece

"And make 'youseselves' a bed".

That night we awoke to a racket and ramp

And wondered what could it be?

It sounded like an Aborigines' camp

The night of corroboree.



You've heard the music the Beatles played?

Well, toss in a harp, and a horn,

And you've got the racket those angels made

The night that Christ was born.

While the angels raved on about "Peace on Earth"

Us shearers went back to bed

For stranger things than a saviour's birth

Have happened in shearing sheds.



There were shepherds, of course, allaround the place.

Now these blokes, they don't see much of life,

So they gathered around and they lent a hand

To help out the stranger's wife.

Three Afghan camel men came from afar.

They were wise, so said the boss,

They had travelled a course 'neath a shining star

Just East of the Southern Cross.



They were generous coves, too, I'll be bound.

They gave him some toys, and a bell,

Christ Was Born In A Shearing Shed /

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