Good Old Wally King

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[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!"

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[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!"

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[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

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