While we wos in the fiwlds one nigh’
Awl seated on the grahnd,
This bloke come dahn from aht the sky
An` spread `is wings arahnd.
‘Nah, don`t be frigh`,’ `e said. We said,
‘You scared us `arf ta deff!’
`E said, ‘I`ve gotta bitta noos
`F ya let me draw me breff.
There`s this kid wot`s bin bawn, ya see.’
We said. ‘That`s nuffin odd.’
‘E said, ‘This one is.’ We said, ‘ `Ow?’
‘E said, ‘It`s. . . . sort of. . . . God.’
We laughed an` we said, ‘Get away!
We`re stayin` where we are.’
`E pointed upwoods in the sky,
An` said, ‘Ya see that star?
Nah follow it as far as tahn,
Ta that pub by the square.
That stable by the public bar –
You`ll find the kid in there.’
‘Ah, flap yer wings an` fly away,’
We said. `E said, ‘There`s mawer:
You`ll find `im bandaged up in clorth,
An` lyin` in the straw.’
Then – may I never move – we saw
A very funny thing:
Awl these uvver blokes arrived,
An` they awl began ta sing.
Right funny stuff, it was, an` all –
`Bout God . . . . an` peace on earth.
They chorused an` they `armonised
For awl that they was worth.
Then – jus` like that – they awl was gorn.
It didn`t arf sahnd stiwl.
So, sheepish-like – ta coin a phrase –
We trooped orf dahn the `ill.
Well, we couldn`t sit there after that.
I mean ta say, could you?
We went ta look for this `ere kid.
There was nuffin` else ta do.
We fahnd the stable sure enough,
Wiv the star righ` over`ead.
This kid wos lyin` in the straw
Jus` like the angel said.
`E didn`t look like God ta me.
Then `oo am I to know?
But I`ll tewl ya this – it made a change
From sittin` in the snow.