The donkeys of Grahamstown, South Africa

You hear them at night
Though they are not in sight.
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

You see them by day,
Are they hunting for hay?
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

You see them by day,
Two pulling a dray.
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

Rememb'ring hot sand
Childhood rides on the strand.
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

I think of my Lord,
The Saviour of the world.
Born there in Bethlehem town,
Strips of cloth for a gown.

I think of my Lord,
The Saviour of the world.
Who rode into the town,
Rows of thorns formed his crown.