Twas Christmas Day in the Workhouse The happiest day of the year Our hearts were full of gladness And our bellies full of beer In came the Workhouse Master His voice rang round those grimy walls There's Christmas Pud for you my lads And we all replied balls This made the Master angry He shouted out 'Ye Gods' Ill stop your Cristmas Pud for you You dirty lot of ... Up stood a burly pauper His face a bold as brass We dont want you're Christmas pudding Stick it up your .... In came the Reverend Tucker Clear orf you old ... (London around 1950, I never found anyone who knew the rest)
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