The (sanitised) version my father used to recite was: 'Twas Christmas day in the workhouse, and the walls were whitewashed black along came father christmas with his sack upon his back. Up spake one bold rascal with a voice as bold as brass I don't want your christmas pudding........... stick it on the next man's plate. I have to say it actually scans better than what MAY have been the original version
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