Good Old Wally King

[Instrumental] [Verse 1: Colin] Good old Wally King looked out Upon his crop of barley "Bless my soul and blow me down That looks to me like Charlie! I haven't seen him 'round these parts Many a long year Reckon I might offer him A glass of Christmas che-e-er!" [Instrumental] [Verse 2: Greg, Greg and vocalists] "Anges, put the kettle on Quick as you are able Let us make another place For him at the table He looks a little worse for wear His clothes are old and baggy It's a long and weary road For an honest swa-a-ggie!" (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...) [Instrumental] (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh...) [Instrumental] [Verse 3: Colin and Greg, vocalists] Mates they'd been in years before And now the two were older And so we welcome Charlie in A hand upon his shoulder Gladly those three feasted there And in the warmth of sharing The Christmas season brought again The time of peace and ca-a-ring (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh...) (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh...) (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh...) (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh...) (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh... oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh...) (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh... oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh...)