God rest ye downcast Charlton fans
For this will us dismay,
Roland is not our saviour
And lies more every day,
Let's save us all from Katrien's power
For she has gone astray.
O tidings...
From Douche our Belgian owner
A cursed Katrien came,
And unto certain Charlton fans
Brought tidings of the same,
How that in SE7 was born
An era of great shame.
O tidings...
The Addicks at those tidings
Were tortured much in mind,
And left their bovril steaming
From down the Sidcup line,
And went to SE7 straightway
This cursed babe to find.
O tidings...
But when to SE7 they came
Wherat this liar lay,
They found her in the Peacock Suite
Where Addicks shout at Fraeye,
The captain Jackson kneeling
For signings he did pray.
O tidings...
Now to Roland shout insults
All you in Addicks Place
And with no love and brotherhood
Our owner now replace,
This sacred club of Charlton
Has truly been defaced.
O tidings...
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