|Carols on the lawns of Vaucluse House hosted by the Historic Houses Trust|
|The Three Drovers (Verse 3 of 3)|
The black swans flew across the sky,
The wild dog called across the plain,
The starry lustre blazed on high,
Still echoing on the heavenly strain;
And still they sang Noel! Noel!
Those drovers three Noel! Noel!
Noel! Noel! Noel!
|Girls jigged, and twirled, |
clapping and singing
existing happily in the spotlight.
Boys listened, and watched,
wrestling and tripping
existing preferably in the shadows.
|"Ristretto" harmonies floated across the gardens, bringing the throng to their feet for THAT verse of The Messiah|
|Australian Christmas stamps - 1974, 1975 & 1976|