[Lyric] Good Old Wally King (Colin Buchanan)

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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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