Page 24 of The Canfield Collection (1926). Untitled. Called "...one of the loveliest of old folk songs."

It was Christmas on the Island.
The convicts all were there,
Gathered around the table
To eat their Christmas fare.

Up spoke the dear old warden,
And his voice rang through the halls,
"Merry Christmas, all ye convicts!"
And the convicts answered, "Balls!"

Then again up spoke the warden,
And his voice was choked with sobs,-
"For that you'll get no dinner,
You god dam dirty slob!"

And then spoke and ancient convict,
His face hard, and bold as brass.
"Then take your God dam dinner,
And shove it up your ass!"

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