A child in a manger

They had to get away

For she was pregnant

It just wasn’t safe there

Looking at her husband

He was the main arranger

He had shaved his beard

And paid their money over

Now they had nothing left

As they waited for a boat

To get away from danger

Hundreds like them gathered

To sail away from there

And find a brighter future

For freedom was their goal

To be their life changer

They boarded a tiny boat

Packed in huddled together

She and others were sick

Their water ration low

Some too spewed anger

Their boat when finally seen

Was diverted from their goal

Unloaded on a navalship

Taken to a distant shore

To house them in a hangar

Her baby made his move

Into this world must come

Taken to their promised land

A hospital bed for her

In the land of bush rangers

He husband was not there

Tired, scared and voiceless

Strange people helped her through

An Aussie child born one day

His cot was like a manger

This land settled long ago

By convicts and all such

Accepting most that came

Will now turn its back on them

For it fears this bad stranger

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