Good Old Wally King

Good old Wally King looked out,
On his crop of barley,
"Well, bless my soul and blow me down,
That looks to me like Charlie.
Haven't seen him 'round these parts,
Many a long year,
Reckon I might offer him,
A glass of Christmas cheer."

"Agnes 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 swaggie."

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Mates they'd been in years before,
And now the two were older,
And so he welcomed Charlie in,
A hand upon his shoulder,
Gladly those three feasted there,
And in the warmth of sharing,
The Christmas season brought again,
A time of peace and caring.

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Credits
Writer(s): Greg Champion, Colin Keith Robert Buchanan
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