Well was I surprised to go right to this little poem after having looked for it for a week. We heard this from the Irish Soap Opera, Glengary. Here is "CHRISTMAS NIGHT IN THE WORKHOUSE" as monologue on the show. Sorry, no turkey just puddin.

It was Christmas night in the workhouse
And the paupers was having their dinners,
And the preacher he called from the top of the hall,
"Get down on your knees, you sinners."

And them poor paupers knelt in that cheerless room
On their benches hard and wooden,
And the preacher called in a voice of doom,
"Bring on the Christmas puddin'."

"Put down your heads," says he with a leer,
"Cause I want you all to think
Of the sins of the flesh that has brung us here,
Tobacco and women and drink."

"And I'm telling yous now and I'm telling yous good..."
And his voice took a dangerous edge...
"No one gets to ate the puddin '
Till everyone takes the pledge."

And a chill of doom ran round the room.
You could cut the air with a knife,
As each man searched in the depths of his soul
For the sins of his wasted life.

And then them paupers rose as one
And said as bold as brass:
"You can keep your Christmas puddin'
And stick it ....

I'm not sure there were twenty-one more lines or if it even really completes the rest of the poem by Sims. It sounds as if it may have been changed by the Irish show writers. But it is similar to Sims and the Canadian version in another thread. Enjoy.