Doesn't look like a white Christmas now I'm in OZ. :)
I've sung "away in a manager" on the stage and here is the words I had to sing.
"Away in a manager no crib for a bed,
the little lord jesus lay down his sweet head,
the stars look down where he lay,
the little lord jesus asleep on the hay,
the cattle are lowing,
the poor baby awakes but little lord jesus no crying he makes"
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