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Inscription : 06 Oct 2002 18:35
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Localisation : NSW Mid-North Coast, Australia.
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Connaissez vous les chants de noël 100% ozzie... certains sont à mourir de rire et pourtant ce n'est pas une blague !
Mon préféré reste the Australian Jingle Bells :
"Hey jingle bells jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut, Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute"
Australian Jingle Bells
Dashing through the bush in a rusty Holden Ute Kicking up the dust esky in the boot Kelpie by my side singing Christmas songs Its summer time and I am in my singlet shorts and thongs Oh! Jingle Bells jingle bells jingle all the way Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day Hey Jingle bells jingle bells Christmas time is beaut Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden ute Engines getting hot we dodge the kangaroos the swaggie climbs aboard he is welcome too all the family's there sitting by the pool Christmas day the Aussie way, by the barbecue Oh jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day Hey jingle bells jingle bells Christmas time is beaut Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute Come the afternoon, grandpa has a doze the kids and uncle bruce are swimming in their clothes the time comes round to go we take the family snap pack the car and all shoot through before the washing up Oh jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way Christmas time in Australia on a scorching summers day Hey jingle bells jingle bells Christmas time is beaut oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty holden ute
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Six White Boomers
'Mummy, where's my mummy? They've taken her away.' We'll help you find your mummy, son. Hop up on the sleigh.' Up beside the bag of toys little joey hopped, But they hadn't gone far when Santa stopped. Unharnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why, Then he heard a far off booming in the sky.
Six white boomers, snow white boomers, Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun. Six white boomers, snow white boomers, On his Australian run.
Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat, Took his fur lined boots off to cool his feet, Into one popped Joey, feeling quite okay, While those old man Kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh.
Six white boomers, snow white boomers, Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun. Six white boomers, snow white boomers, On his Australian run.
Joey said to Santa, 'Santa, what about the toys? Aren't you iving some to these girls and boys?' 'They've got all their presents, son, we were here last night, this trip is an extra trip, Joey's special flight.'
Six white boomers, snow white boomers, Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun. Six white boomers, snow white boomers, On his Australian run.
Soon the sleigh was flashing past right over Marble Bar, 'Slow down there,' cried Santa, 'it can't be far, Come up on my lap here, son, and have a look around.' 'There she is, that's mummy, bounding up and down.'
Six white boomers, snow white boomers, Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun. Six white boomers, snow white boomers, On his Australian run.
Well that's the bestest Christmas treat that Joey ever had, Curled up in mother's pouch feeling snug and glad. The last they saw was Santa heading northwards from the sun, The only year the boomers worked a double run.
Six white boomers, snow white boomers, Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun. Six white boomers, snow white boomers, On his Australian run.
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The 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 turn; 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!
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The Twelve Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me. 1. An emu up a gum tree. 2. Two pink galahs. 3. Three jabirus. 4. Four kookaburras. 5. Five kangaroos 6. Six platypuses 7. Seven koalas climbing. 8. Eight possums playing. 9. Nine wombats working. 10. Ten lizards leaping. 11. Eleven numbats nagging. 12. Twelve parrots prattling.
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