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Out on the plains the brolgas are dancing 
Lifting their feet like war horses prancing 
Up to the sun the woodlarks go winging 
Faint in the dawn light echoes their singing 
Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day 

 

Down where the tree ferns grow by the river 
There where the waters sparkle and quiver 
Deep in the gullies bell-birds are chiming 
Softly and sweetly their lyric notes rhyming 
Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day 

 

Friar birds sip the nectar of flowers 
Currawongs chant in the wattle tree bowers 
In the blue ranges lorikeets calling 
Carols of bushbirds rising and falling 
Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day 

Old fav carol of mine
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