The Christmas Cryer



Christmas cheer to all who shoot,
You’ve had your lunch and Christmas pud,
All is done, the day is past,
Just slip away and do not ask.



The wood is there, serene, sublime,
The hallowed haunt of fifty-nine,
We've had 'em all, the skilled, the best,
And none as yet have passed the test.



A final meet to end the year,
The one to watch, the one to fear,
Bound by the code of number seven,
Reducer hell and do-nut heaven.



A standing shot, then kneel, then prone,
Much more fun than what’s at home,
Will you stay beside the fire?
Or face with us, the Christmas Cryer?



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