As The Evening Declines

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[Verse]
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I am old, very old, but I don't need a wattle
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I am old, yes, I'm old, but I'm not a dry nettle
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All I need is man who is high in his mettle
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Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
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Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines

[Verse]
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And before the black hunger, I'd husbands in plenty
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Maybe your granddad was one of the many
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Or was he that red-coat who swigged more than any?
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Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
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Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines

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[Bridge]
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You can have all your gold, the high king of all metals
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With soft talk and kisses we'll never want better
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And the west of a ditch is the best of all settles
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Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
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Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines

[Verse]
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I am old, very old, but I don't need a wattle
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I am old, yes, I'm old, but I'm not a dry nettle
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So you clout the pot, and I'll clout the kettle
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Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
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Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines